Marquis chuckled. “You could say that. The most precious treasure in the world.”
No, seriously, this response is even more perfect if Amy was an “illegitimate child”.
“Somehow I missed the news report where you stole that,” Lady Photon replied.
I like the dramatic irony in this scene. We the readers know what Marquis was protecting, and it makes him seem a lot more human here than he does to the Brigade.
It also allows for lines like this one.
“Stole? No. It would be better to say a devoted fan and follower gave her to me.”
“Her?” Brandish asked. But Lady Photon was already reaching for the door, pulling it open.
A girl. A child, not much younger than Vicky. The girl was brown hair, freckle-faced, and clutched a silk pillow to her chest. She wore a silk nightgown with lace at the collar and sleeves.
Aww, little babby Amy.
It looked expensive for something a child would wear.
Nothing less for Marquis’ precious little.