Ah, mais tu es mon amant actuel.

[ Now she purrs and turns her face so she can nibble at his collarbone. ]

I think Bastien abducted me. Shall I make him bring me coffee and cake for breakfast to make up for it? I am magnanimous and shall share.

[ She purses her lips slightly, a little frown as she remembers. Hints of this, moments of that. Staring into a chest of cloth and furs, the two of them crying over an old tune. ]

But then I also dreamed he had died, so perhaps he is even too.