Evan couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "That seems to be the general reaction." Though honestly, he didn't understand why completely. He may not have had a French name, but he had a very French look to him. He chuckled a little bit when she admitted to loving learning about his former culture, and shrugged a shoulder. "Fortunately, there's plenty more for you to learn, hm?" he asked. There was so much about his past that he hadn't shared yet. Evan had lived a colorful life, even before he met Olivia.
"It's not an excuse," Evan insisted. "It's the way I was raised. The only other male in the house for most of my life was Daniel, and he was always quiet and reclusive, so," he shrugged a shoulder and chuckled. "It was always me and the ladies. It gave me a rather feministic bent." Something she knew about, he was sure. Something he didn't even really try to hide. "Honestly, I don't know," he admitted. "We don't want her to feel isolated, I don't think. So, maybe we should give her the same last name as the majority?" he shrugged a shoulder. He was in the minority, as far as that went, but that was fine.
With a laugh, Evan shrugged. "You know when I was a kid, I used to like to pretend I was a dragon." And now he played that game with Marigold. "Maybe instead, we can breath fire. Like those people that used to frequent the performance square in the city." Evan used to paint there sometimes, too.
Another dramatic sigh, and Evan rolled his eyes. "I guess it's a good thing I don't mind being stuck in this particular instance, isn't it?" he nudged her with the shoulder she squeezed and gave her a little smirk. "See? This is all a part of my master plan, cher. You've always got to be two jumps ahead of me, or else I'll checkmate. Or some chess term." Evan didn't actually play chess, and Leah knew that; he was mostly just talking now.
Holding his finger out like he was going to make a point, he made a humming noise and shook his head no. "You and Lilah do have some things in common," he insisted. "You're both stubborn, smart, and confident in the field that you're best at," he explained. "And you're both dedicated family women. Even Brandon has that going on." The reclusive trait. Evan chewed his lip. "I didn't used to be like that," he explained. "I've always been social. I've just had a hard time connecting to people lately." It was difficult for him to admit, but it was true. "I guess I'm fortunate that Eveline is just my alter ego, aren't I? And no, before you ask, I won't shave next time I put the wig on."
He nodded. "It does," he told her. "Keeping my mind off of it is good." As was standard with him and things like this.
Laughing again, Evan leaned in for a kiss as he pulled his coat over his shoulders. "Don't rush. I'd run, but it's raining and there's probably black ice," he told her. He headed toward the door and hugged his jacket around him as he closed it behind him. The compound was deathly quiet at this time of night, he couldn't help but notice. So much so that he actually did end up hurrying. The radar ping went off in his head again, and brought forth the same headache he'd been dealing with, and it made him hurry that much more. He gathered the trout that Brandon had caught, and a small box of Minute Rice and a carrot from the fridge, and he hurried back to the apartment.
Once he opened the door, he smiled at Leah and held up the plastic bag of food. "Your hero arrives," he said softly, making sure that he didn't wake Mari up.