"I will not." She rolled her eyes. Surely he knew he was safe? He could easily overpower Eponine in a physical fight - as he had already proved.

She looked down at her bright pink onesie, embroidered all over with pictures of ice cream and sausages, and tugged at it self consciously.

"I want a dress, Sir. This is a stupid outfit. I shall wear a dress from the statues upstairs, I think. I can make it smaller if I tie it in to me. I will make it fit."