Gabrielle: Monsieur Guillermo, I am afraid I cannot leave the boudoir.

Guillermo: Figures. You ARE a bird in a gilded cage.

Gabrielle: That is why I am giving you this.

* He studies the photograph and looks back at her. The thought of not setting this bird free leaves with feelings of disdain for captor*

* She takes his hand with the photograph and kisses the photograph*

Gabrielle: If you cannot have me, then you shall the thought of me to take with you.

Guillermo: It's not same, Madmoiselle. Because even the though of you...is trapped.

(Im putting this in scraps because I was just messing around with you.