Having not been expecting that, she swears - in Italian, she learned English first but it wasn't what she spoke most often until she was attending boarding school - and then laughs, gurgling, shaking it off. Okay. He does things. She already knew something of the sort.
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"That's not what I-"
Ilde stops, abruptly, staring at the wall.
"Put your hand on the candle."