Months have passed since then, and you kept meeting up. You sat on the bed, smoking a cig and Xavier comes up next to you with his leg on the seat. Xavier: Bonne nuit You: My my what tight trousers. Xavier: Oui the occupation means I cannot afford new trousers. But you, he leans in, you are a prize beyond any finance, any money, any gold in the world. he strokes under your chin. There’s a knock at the door. Woman with English accent: Alright to come in? It's me the cleaner. Not interrupting am I? Xavier: Oh, nothing dirty is in here, yet. Yet.

The cleaner looks at the both of you with wide eyes but starts cleaning anyway.

You: If you are such a man, why are you not fighting for France's freedom? Hmm? He looks at you with wide eyes, stepping away from you, wiping his forehead with his scarf. You: Chat got your tongue? Xavier: I am not fighting for France's freedom because France is in a better place now than it has ever been. Now it has strong control! Now it has people who know what they are doing for the country! Now, men and women will be back in the roles that they are meant to be in! Now people will bow down to their betters!

Xavier slips his tongue and has a german-french accent.

Xavier: Do you know what happened- he stops, realizing what he has done. He slips back to the French accent. do you know what happened-

You: I don't care whether you are German or French. You are a Naz! sympathizer.

Xavier: not just a sympathizer. I am Naz! through and through. Do you know what happened to your husband? It's almost as if someone was warned he was coming. It's almost as if somebody sent his flight plans to the Naz!s. But who would do that? He runs his hands down your thigh. Who would do- it was me. You slapped him and got up. Xavier: ah! So there is fire left within you ah? You: Oui d'accord! Xavier: ah Oui d'accord! You: My passion burns but only for my husband. Xavier: Oh? You: and for France! Viva la france! All of a sudden Jean-Luc your husband come from the prison camp. Alive.