Kurt closed his eyes and tilted his head back to lay it on the back of the couch as three nimble fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, slipping a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest once it was mostly undone. "Apparently not," he returned with a slow sigh, stretching his legs out before him before he kicked his shoes off, flexing his toes. He had been in those cramped shoes for far too long at this point. "I may have to dig through the closets to see if there are any extra blankets here, I fear I will freeze my tail of," he announced. Just to emphasize the point, he cupped the spade of his tail in his hands, breathed warm breath onto it and rubbed it quickly in an attempt to try and get some warmth back into it.
"Did you see zat blonde sitting at the far end of the table? She was not at all sure what to make of me." He was deeply amused by the glances she had shot him through the day. Sometimes it looked like she was ready to call an exorcist, others a hotel. "Was there anything discussed in French that I should know about?" He felt like he was starting to pick up bits of the language, but he was still quite lost when they broke into long discussions in French.