[Cogsworth stops, uncertainty coming over his round face, because he's not ... entirely certain what is happening. He would be fine with Lumiere tackling him to the ground, yelling at him, and the anger is acceptable but what can he do with the hurt?

His mouth works, open, closed, open again, and the uncertainty only grows.]

I. I. I ... [Oh, oh there it is. Family. It brings a flash of guilt and at the same time, frustration and finally the same tired acceptance as always. Yes, of course that. Lumiere doesn't understand because he doesn't feel the same way as Cogsworth does, (despite his best efforts to talk himself out of such a horrific pairing!) and his own hurt flashes before he can stop it.

He rubs his clock face.]

Yes ... of course. Family. I ... right. Yes. I should have thought of the family.