"True," says Alistair, thoughtful. He rubs Ivette's arm, briefly, before loosening the embrace. "If you did, you might have to endure him making a terribly sad face at you for the rest of your stay. Breaks your heart, it truly does."

Gru woofs agreement.

Before anything more can be said vis-a-vis the state of Gru's bad side, however, the door creaks open, admitting a slightly sleep-touseled Fiona into the house. Immediately, Alistair tenses.