[Evil Tink]

Solomon turned to face him, "Her disobedience started this. Either way, send her away. I don't care where or to who, just get he-"

Melody lightly tugged on Solomon's sleeve as he spoke to Holden. She didn't mean to interrupt him, but she didn't want him yelling at Holden. She didn't understand what they were saying, but she had a pretty good feeling. "S'il vous plaît ne soyez pas en colère contre lui. Je suis désolé...vous...vous pouvez même me renvoyer à Maître Jean-Pierre...si qui vous fera plaisir...(Please don't be mad at him. I'm sorry...you...you can even send me back to Master Jean-Pierre... if that will make you happy...)"

Solomon looked down at Melody with a frown. He most definitely could not send her back, Holden would get mad that he did all that for nothing. He pulled his arm away from Melody running his hand through his hair, pulling on a chunk slightly. He had to admit that he wasn't entirely mad at her. He was a bit furious at himself for allowing Holden to slip past him and get back stage in the first place. He leaned up against the railing, placing his hands on the rail, "We will take her back to London, where she will then be placed in the care of the city."