Henri gazed up at Moses with an angry look, but one also holding guilt.
"Well, Henri. Now you are going to talk," Moses ordered him.
"Why did you go out into the cold? Like, like this?!" Sarah asked him motioning toward his only means of clothing being a blanket.
Henri looked down at his near nude body. He blushed – a deep red, but said nothing still.
"Henri... Speak," Sarah stared down at him hard.
"Vhat if I refuse?" Henri dared to mutter.
"James..." Moses said.
"Got it," replied James.
Henri raised an eyebrow as James walked toward him. In a flash James grabbed Henri's arms and held each apart against the back of the chair. Henri let out a small groan.
"Now you have to tell us. And until you do I will not allow you to move," James told him.
Glancing around nervously he noticed Sarah standing by with a worried anticipated, yet angry, look. Saw Moses with crossed arms and a stern expression. And James determined to get the truth out of him in any way necessary.
Henri gulped. All of them were staring at him… waiting. Henri held his ground. He would not give in.
"Well?" Sarah asked him.
Henri gritted his teeth from the pain of his wrists being touched. He jerked his arms to get them free.
"Hey, hey!" James held his arms back harder.
"Let go!" Henri yelled.
"No way! I'm not letting you go just yet." James told him.
Tears streamed down Henri's face.
"S'il tu plaît... you're 'urting me." Henri moaned.
James abruptly let go.
"Sorry," he said.
"Let's start at the beginning. What were you doing in your room this morning, completely unclothed no less?" Sarah asked.
Henri sighed deeply. He wasn't going to get out of this.