Dimitri: Crying? Yea, I agree, it’s good that he didn’t start that. My parents always say that only weaklings cry… Then again, both of them were beaten for showing such weaknesses… *shrugs*
Desiree: Oh? What’s not fair? *she wraps her arms about his shoulders and pulls him in close to her* You have a house. You have me. You have my boobs. *grins* I think you have quite a bit to be happy about.