Zinida
My red lion loves me——
Bezano
Never! If he loves you, why is he so sad?
Zinida
Yesterday he was licking my hands like a dog.
Bezano
And this morning he was looking for you to devour you. He thrusts out his muzzle and looks out, as if he sees only you. He is afraid of you, and he hates you. Or do you want me to lick your hands too, like a dog?
Zinida
No, Alfred, but I—I want to kiss your hand. [With passion]: Give it to me!