“And what are your intentions with our dear Nancy?” he asks Henri. It’s a bold, defiant question and I love Frank all the more for it. He won’t be brushed off quite that easily. I turn my head to look up at Henri. I’d like to know the answer to that as well. His voice and his face are perfectly calm when he says, “I have traveled all the way from Marseille—over six hours by train—to deflower her.”
