Victoire moves easily through the pub, her legs clad in over the knee brown boots left fully visible by the short skirt she's wearing and the tights underneath. She catches sight of Cesare and lets her eyes move over him appraisingly then glances down to make sure her button up shirt is smoothed before she heads his direction.
"You have made a family crest, Monsieur?" Her voice is lightly accented with her maman's French.