"Christian flavor? Why James, I would have never guessed." Kenseigh remarked, her tone light and teasing. She thought about nudging him, as she'd done so many times before, but kept her arm rather still at her side. She doubted that he would let the guitar slide from him so easily, but she didn't want to chance it. It seemed far too cruel.
Kenseigh blinked at James' question. "Es-tu--" She started, but paused quickly. It had taken her a long time to be able to hear the difference between the French and English languages. Still, when she was surprised, it was hard to concentrate on which she was speaking. James' rather simple question was just enough to cause her that kind of shock.
"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to sound accusing. It hadn't worked. "You won't try to off me or anything?"