You're scared, aren't you?" Demetri asks, leaning against the wall.
"No. Why would I be?" Heidi answers, lying across the bed, her voice uneasy.
"Yes, toi are." Demetri tries again, looking back into the hall, before coming into the room and shutting the door.
"We will get caught!" She growls, before he saunters over, placing a gentle Kiss to her forehead.
"So, I l’amour you, toi l’amour me, Aro can't deny us that."

***

"I'm not scared of toi Mister." A six year-old Heidi scowls at the man on her window ledge.

"Oh, but toi are, I have heard your tears."
"The bombs." She sniffs, padding over to him, watching the Berlin skyline become a blur of orange and red, fires raged in the city.
" I'll keep toi sûr, sans danger Heidi." Demetri murmurs.

***
"Ugh, Demetri! Don't do that!" Heidi squeals, as he grabs the araign? e, araignée off the floor, dangling it in front of her face.

"It's funny though!" He laughs, before setting it back down.
"Admit it, you're scared of an itsy, bitsy, spider!" He jeers.
"No I'm bloody well not!" She retorts.
" Pick it up then."