The Fountain

Armand: I shrug. "Not glad exactly. More like... amused. He takes himself too seriously sometimes, so it's pretty funny when someone puts him in his place."

Clara: I nodded, my smirk changing to a slight smile. I studied his face a moment before turning back to the bookcase. "That's...interesting."

Armand: "Don't tell me you wouldn't feel the same way if that'd happened to Avril," I say as I take out a book and sir on the floor.