This is very close to giving her a headache. Thankfully Yngvi quits while Ponce keeps backing up, body shaking and growling for all he's worth. That brings him close enough to Christine that she's able to swoop down and capture him before he gets away from her again.

"I do not want to hit him," she says, the dog realizing he's no longer allowed to play and relaxing a little in her arms. "And his name is Ponce. My mother named him. She calls him--" And hear she imitates her mother, who has a more theatrical way of speaking, "My little Poncelet." Said as Ponce-lay in the Orlesian fashion.