His shift had her eyes widening, her heart aching as she realized he thought she was angry or something. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. You’re allowed to have a different opinion,” she assured him. “Around here, everyone’s got their own story, their own beliefs, their own opinions about the big things. I’d never hold whatever you believe against you,” she promised. “Just like I’d hope you’d never hold anything about me against me,” she added. “You can disagree with me whenever you want, Mo. The worst you’ll get in return is my big mouth and maybe a few Spanish cuss words,” she joked, offering a comforting smile. “I could use a little boring,” she shrugged. She just wanted something quiet, something different from her normal routine. Something that might make her forget about all of the bad stuff in her head for a while.
“I-I’m sorry...” Quasimodo paused, looking at her before taking a deep breath and nodded. “I would never” He shook his head, “N-No. I would not hold anything against you. I just... I-I never thought about... A different o-opinion.” Realizing just how pretty she was, as well as being kind to him, he kept his head down, not wanting to embarrass himself further. “I only know French” He remarked, chuckling, “So I don’t mind.” Adjusting his sketchbook, his eyes glanced up at her, “C-Can I draw you? If you don’t mind...”