[He watches as their gaze dips, and mood gradually dips with it. There's something in that smile he really doesn't like. The words that follow confirm the pit that forms in his stomach.]
Sif. [He reaffirms his grip on their hand.] None of us would want to hear you say that, no.
[Not while they look like that, anyway. Madame Odile probably would have found it funny if Siffrin managed to joke about it in a way that was genuine.]
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Sif. [He reaffirms his grip on their hand.] None of us would want to hear you say that, no.
[Not while they look like that, anyway. Madame Odile probably would have found it funny if Siffrin managed to joke about it in a way that was genuine.]