At Joly's mention of Gene, Autor adopts an expression similar to a hissing cat without sound. It merges into one that's similar to his biting into a lemon, pursed lips and all. "I am not fond of Gene Hunt, nor is he fond of the French," the boy says curtly, though that's not meant for Joly. "But good heavens, Bossuet arrested! And Bahorel. What on earth did they do?"