James grinned, shaking his head slightly both in amusement and as if he were lightly chastisingher as he disagreed, "No," He corrected. "I don't like it when you say things that I don't understand. Or call me flea. Or names that perverted old men have no right calling you in the first place." James' smile dimmed slightly at the thought. He still wasn't happy about how flip she'd been about it. "But I know what 'mon pere' means and ... yeah, I'd never say know if you finally decided to start listening to be on those sweet-nothings." His smile widened slightly as it went up in wattage. "Are you?"