"Come." Phillio Bolleotti spoke sternly to the little girl who was hiding behind a random person.

"No!" The little girl said, making a face and throwing a tantrum.

"The child." He spoke to the person used as a shield by the girl. "She is my daughter, hand her to me."

They were in a toy and various goods shop, and the girl seemed to be hiding an inappropriate book for her age behind her back.