Gaspard Ulliel
My, my.


Am I sensing some hostility, Martha? Wait, what a silly question to be asking you. I’m surprised we haven’t all spontaneously combusted from the heat of your repressed rage.

Your funeral, Cheerful Cherub.

Well you know all about spontaneous combustion due to my inner… rage, as you say. I seem to recall it didn’t bother you too much before.

My funeral was a long time ago, sweetheart.