[ Ange frowns at him like Claude is saying something that's completely incomprehensible to her. ]
Well, that's clearly not how they do things here. [ As she's sure Claude has also already noted. Especially when he's an observant guy. Oh, to be an observant guy in a world full of people who would rather talk about sex than anything important.. A true curse, if you'd ask Ange.
But she's definitely not sure how to feel about Claude's idea of romance either. That all seems a little.. excessive? Poetry? Writing a poem? About someone else?
That's a different kind of hell altogether.
But he seems to be speaking of it with such passion that Ange narrows her eyes, giving him a suspicious look as she asks: ] Have you ever written a poem to court someone?
[ Is that it? Is Claude maybe not having sex all over the place, but instead throwing out poems like candy?? ]
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Well, that's clearly not how they do things here. [ As she's sure Claude has also already noted. Especially when he's an observant guy. Oh, to be an observant guy in a world full of people who would rather talk about sex than anything important.. A true curse, if you'd ask Ange.
But she's definitely not sure how to feel about Claude's idea of romance either. That all seems a little.. excessive? Poetry? Writing a poem? About someone else?
That's a different kind of hell altogether.
But he seems to be speaking of it with such passion that Ange narrows her eyes, giving him a suspicious look as she asks: ] Have you ever written a poem to court someone?
[ Is that it? Is Claude maybe not having sex all over the place, but instead throwing out poems like candy?? ]