Alain dug out one of Faust's matches from earlier, and struck it with a perfectly groomed fingernail, before holding it out to the lady. "I do not mind at all, as it happens."
He flashed her the charming smile again, and this time, it came without little warning bells, which may just have made it that much more dangerous.
"And what might your name be, Madameoiselle, if I might be so bold?" He rattled out his own, title included.