"Pas de tout. Je ne suis pas un bonne juge, mais je peux dire que tu parles très bien." She said languidly. It was always interesting to meet someone who spoke another language - specially one she was fluent herself. And speaking French was like touching silk.
Rachel tried to hold back, restrain her own manners. She'd get so... savage, deep inside. Alexander wasn't wrong when he said she was a storm. He was stating an abvious truth. "As you wish, Audrey." She purred the younger girl's name.
"Very good. You ought to pursue youw own wishes, and no one else's. What have you done lately, then?" She inquired before sipping her glass.