[Sanson is, in fact, realizing too late that he should not have asked Marie, although the only sign of his slight frustration is how his feet (the only parts of him not covered in sand apart from his head) wiggle and accidentally upset one of the sand castles built near them. He can't believe she already named the crab on her pigtail and crab nestled in his hair. (And yet, he kind of can.) There is the briefest stab of nostalgia as he thinks of Henri, his son, the fifth head of the family...and an executioner, like him.
And yet, it warms his heart anyway to see her so friendly to animals...like crabs. He can't see it, but the crab in his hair scuttles in a small, tight circle and the tickling sensation of its legs makes him close his eyes briefly and brace himself for a very painful pinch.
The pinch doesn't come. Instead, little Henri holds up a claw in response to Marie extending her finger to it, and Sanson sighs, looking up at her.]
Aren't you worried that Louis might pinch you?
[Well, he's certainly worried. And worried for himself and his poor head.]
maybe if he COMBED HIS HAIR ONCE IN A WHILE THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN
And yet, it warms his heart anyway to see her so friendly to animals...like crabs. He can't see it, but the crab in his hair scuttles in a small, tight circle and the tickling sensation of its legs makes him close his eyes briefly and brace himself for a very painful pinch.
The pinch doesn't come. Instead, little Henri holds up a claw in response to Marie extending her finger to it, and Sanson sighs, looking up at her.]
Aren't you worried that Louis might pinch you?
[Well, he's certainly worried. And worried for himself and his poor head.]