He had no intention of stealing a kiss from the princess, though he certainly would not object to one. Lumière was never one to turn down a beautiful woman, especially not if it was a kiss she desired. Unlike Naveen, however, his was not nearly as harmful. True, he had left his share of broken hearts behind him but he had never done anything to change them physically. His curse could not be passed onto another. At least, he hoped not. He could not begin to imagine the guilt he would feel, the guilt his master felt. No, he would not wish this even upon his greatest enemies.

Thankful to have caught the girl’s attention, and even more so fail to frighten her, Lumière came to a halt not far from her feet where he then placed his journal down. “Actually, I was referring to the matter that I am lost.” He explained with a small laugh. “But I see how you would think otherwise.” The candlestick rubbed the back of his head nervously as continued. “You see I am fairly new to this ville and in need of a little direction. I have determined how to use these ‘journals’ but the city itself, she is all so fresh. Mon chéri, if you would so kindly assist me I assure you I would make it up to you by any means possible. My Master, I am afraid, cannot take care of himself as well one would hope. I am almost afraid to see how he has fared in my absents here.”