"Pierre, if you let her do that again, you'll go straight to behavior modification," he warned her assigned bodyguard.
"I swear I'll stop her even if it costs me my life," Pierre replied.
"How far along is she, Pierre?" he asked.
"Five-- " "Nine weeks," Pierre grated.
"She's saving it for when she gets in trouble again with ikir," Pierre supplied.
"Boss, you can send her to behavior modification training," Pierre suggested.
Dusty wasn't sure how Pierre ever made it through the Guardian basic training with his lip.
If she leaves, then Pierre tells Dusty, and we all get yelled at.
"I'm keeping him safe from the women, ikir," Pierre, Sofi's bodyguard, added.
Pierre was unfazed by his raised voice and continued playing a game on his phone.
Bianca coughed to cover her laugh, and Pierre seconded the vamp with a quiet amen.
"Welcome," Pierre called from the other side of the library.
You're on your own, Pierre replied.
Pierre gave him a sidelong look at his butchered French, and Sofia smiled despite herself.
Grande and Pierre are joining us from our European front.
Pierre punched him in the shoulder, and they walked toward the garage.
Dressed for sparring, he waited with Grande and Pierre for Damian.
"Pierre for the kill," Grande said, handing Han one from the wad of dollars in his hand.
Pierre called to her.
Pierre asked with a frown.
A short time later, she sagged against the toilet, ignoring Pierre as he tsked and held her hair.
She motioned for Pierre to close the door so she could clean up.
Pierre recommended I see you.
He closed the door and moved the laptop Pierre had brought her to supplement her Oracle research.
Pierre returned a couple of hours later as she checked off the fourth box on her list of Oracle self-training.
Pierre, you can sleep with whomever you want, really.
"Claire," Pierre said, stooping to kiss her cheek.
Pierre will defend you well.
"Babysitter," Pierre corrected her.
Pierre obeyed and closed the doors behind him.
Pierre had brought in a dress box and shoe box earlier.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
Pierre suddenly saw an outlet for his excitement.
Pierre stepped forward and interrupted him.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
Pierre wished to reply, but could not get in a word.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.