Christophe was leaning on his shovel, listening to Gregory talk about his idiotic plans and schemes. Which, Christophe seemed to let out audible sighs at. "That,"- Christophe began, "Is the stupidest shit i've ever heard."

He uttered. Rolling his eyes. Christophe's eyes then wandered, and they crossed your frame, to which he immediantly smiled at. It was a slight smile, but a smile none-the-less.

"Ah, evening, Chèri.", he greeted. You were used to the petname by now. He calls everybody something, after all. For Gregory, its "nusiance".