[Claude and was are not two words Alois likes to hear in the same phrase. It's like admitting that Claude is part of his past and that he will never come back to him. But at the same time he doesn't want to get mad at Gilbert. There aren't many other people he can about Claude with.] His name is Claude. He always takes care of me and bakes the best cakes. He can crochet and do origami and he's the best dancer ever. He can also talk to birds. He's very tall and has dark hair, sort of curly. And golden eyes. [Does this physical description remind you of someone, Gilbert.] And he can't sing. [Alois' tone is sort of melancholic.]