"I am," Fabrice says, which is sort of the truth. He's currently arranging the bowl of pure rain water on a tablecloth over his desk in his study, placing a branch of an oak tree which resembles a wand next to it. All the while, he keeps stealing glances out of his window, looking for the approach of a car or however Demetri means to arrive. After a pause, and a glance out of the window yielding no results, Fabrice feels daring enough to ask: "Are you?"

Fabrice also realizes he should have some drinks, or some kind of refreshments, available for consumption. Too busy wrapping his around Demetri and his alluring presence, Fabrice hasn't eaten since supper. He wonders how Demetri feels about ice cream.

"And how are you getting here, by the way?" He asks when the thought strikes him. He's back to keeping his eyes glued to the window in his study, gaze searching for any sign of approaching visitors.