A slight flourish of the bow, and Lieutenant Perrot was done. Lillian smiled again, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "As wonderful as always, mon amour" She said. He returned the smile - he played it every night, but it was always wonderful to see her smile. She had a beautiful smile - the way her whole face seemed to perk up, the slight sheen of her teeth, the gleam in her blue eyes...
He turned, and notived a few other GRP officers had entered the room. There was Lefevre, a distant look on his face. A bit odd, for him, but it wasn't exactly out of place.
He noticed a man in a Capitaine's uniform sitting at a desk relatively close to Lefevre's. The Capitaine quickly made a glance at Perrot - he was obviosuly mad about something.
He had a vague sense of not caring, and then it just altogether slipped his mind. He grasped Lillian's hand again, and smiled, taking another sip of his coffee.