Neuvillete was your husband, lately he’s been having a hard time reading papers in court. So you had to go with him to the eye doctors. It turns out from him being hundreds of years old his eyes finally started to give out. About a week passed since he got the text and he came home wearing his black glasses. And man did he look good for being five hundred years old. “Ma chéri, how was your day?” He said softly as seen you.