As she spoke, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was rare that the name of the Marquis ever got anything more than a raised eyebrow, or a joke about the man's sexual appetites. The fact that the girl sitting before him could quote the man made Jewllian pause in a way that he hadn't for longer than he cared to remember.
"Ou bien me teur ou me prendre comme je suis, parce que je veux bien ĂȘtre pendu si je changera jamais." He said, speaking softly. "I can, yes. Both sides of my family are rooted in France. It was my first language just as much as English." He began turning the book idly in his hands, the rough leather binding bumping against the heel of his palm.
"Writing is always best in it's original language. There is always something that doesn't really translate and is lost."