[ That draws a small huff of laughter out of him - more muted than before, but laughter nevertheless. Then he lapses into silence a moment, tracing the veins of Bastien's hands with one finger. ]

My father and my mother were a love match. That's what I've heard, anyway. And at some point, they turned into that. [ Another moment of quiet. ] And there've been plenty who've loved me, or been infatuated with me, at least - and I made use of their feelings, used them. Please don't trust me with all your heart, eh? Hold something in reserve.