[Gilles pretends to pout as William pulls away. He does remain close to him, leaning in, but he doesn't try to pull him into another hug. Yet.]
If you'd like to go on pretending, that's fine. If it pleases you so much, I don't mind.
[But he winks, as if they're sharing a secret now.]
Le mystère du siège d'Orléans! My play, my splendid play! Only I, the richest man in France, could have staged such a staggering display. The costumes were sparkling, shimmering. The finest cloth and jewels. It told the stirring story of how the ugly, brutal English tyrants were so magnificently repelled from Orléans, returning peace and glory to the fair city once more.
[As caught up in the memory as he is, Gilles blinks at William when William says something else unexpected.]
Did you... write an essay about me? I have to read it!
[As if William actually would have such an essay here.]
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If you'd like to go on pretending, that's fine. If it pleases you so much, I don't mind.
[But he winks, as if they're sharing a secret now.]
Le mystère du siège d'Orléans! My play, my splendid play! Only I, the richest man in France, could have staged such a staggering display. The costumes were sparkling, shimmering. The finest cloth and jewels. It told the stirring story of how the ugly, brutal English tyrants were so magnificently repelled from Orléans, returning peace and glory to the fair city once more.
[As caught up in the memory as he is, Gilles blinks at William when William says something else unexpected.]
Did you... write an essay about me? I have to read it!
[As if William actually would have such an essay here.]