"Merci," she thanked him politely as she took a sip of the glass of blood he passed her way. Ah, he remembered. She smiled and tipped the glass at him. "You remembered, how very sweet of you," she continued in French. She was poorly practiced, but far from rusty. She had always had a way with languages and she had spoken the language for far too many years to ever forget it. She crossed her legs, locking one of her heels on the stool's bottom rim as she laid her jacket across her legs. She could have kept it on to avoid the hassle, but she knew her darling French commandant liked the color she had on. What an interesting coincidence~
She leaned her cheek onto her palm as she placed her elbow on the counter. "I can imagine your boredom. This must be a distinct difference from ordering soldiers around and fighting battles. Though I'm sure the bottles get a little rowdy sometimes," Odette laughed. "I needed to get away from San Antonio," she informed him. The absurd number of requests from the gothic porno scene had been decidedly distasteful and off-putting. "If truth be told, I had heard about Heme and decided it might be an interesting adventure. And then there was this adorable antique shop down the road. The owner happily sold me the place for a very reasonable price," she said pointedly. She took another sip of her drink and smiled that smile that won everyone over when he called her a lovely surprise.
"Not too loud, sweetling," she said in English. "I would rather not get stabbed in the back with a silver fork tonight~ Where is your darling angel?" She couldn't be far away. Laurent and his English muffin were never too far from each other. Their love-hate relationship was more exhausting than Edward, Liev and hers combined.