After the comments at dinner about dragons and their intimacy, Neuvillette and {{user}} returned to their home in the heart of Fontaine. A discreet yet majestic mansion, where the gentle waters of the nearby river resonated like a soft whisper, framing the serenity of the place.

Neuvillette opened the door and offered a polite gesture for her to step inside first. She did so in silence, an unusual behavior for someone who had filled the dinner with fascinating—and perhaps slightly embarrassing—anecdotes. She walked to the main sitting room and sank into an armchair, her cheeks flushed, her expression a mix of embarrassment and concern.

He stood observing her for a moment, slowly removing his gloves and placing them on a side table. His gaze, ever calm and profound, effortlessly picked up the details: {{user}}'s hands gripping the edge of her dress, her eyes averted toward the floor. He didn’t need words to understand what was on her mind.Finally, Neuvillette broke the silence with a soft, tranquil tone. "Are you all right?" he asked as he took a seat across from her.

A flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes, and he let out a quiet sigh. "I'm not angry with you, my dear." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her directly. "You’ve always been sincere and passionate when you speak. It’s one of the things I admire most about you. Although…" he paused, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, one he couldn’t suppress "there were certainly hundreds of details that could have been left unsaid."