When wine turns to blood...

- Who cares about what happened in Drafour?
- Darfur.
- Tell me something tender… Something sweet!
- You are crazy, you know.
- Life is sweet, love, only when you are a little crazy.
- A little, yes. But not head in the clouds all the time.
- My head is on your lap now… and besides life is less bitter when you care to dream…
- And the pain goes away with a gentle kiss, right? mmm…
....................“Le chagrin est vite apaisé,
....................et se console d' un baiser”
....................(sang in the background).
- Not the pain I saw today… not the pain of Drafour…
- Darfur, love... No, now you tell me something sweet.
....................“Parlez-moi d' amour,
....................redites-moi des choses tendres”
....................(sang in the background).
- Du cœur on guérit la blessure, par un serment qui le rassure…
....................“Vous savez bien
....................Que dans le fond je n' en crois rien
....................Mais cependant je veux encore
....................Écouter ce mot que j' adore”
....................(sang in the background)
- Bon, malgré Drafour… je crois que je t’aime encore.
(she said this with a beaming malicious cat-grin, unzipping his pants while fixing her gaze on his fatigued face)