Kenseigh laughed softly, her smile growing. Her eyes fell to the guitar again, only this time for a brief moment before meeting his again. "I don't know how much you know!" She countered, her voice light and joking. "And this side of the pond has it's own freakishly odd terms of endearment, you know. Mon canard isn't so bad."
Kenseigh hesitated for a moment as she considered his question. Her moment ended when she leaned forward so that she could whisper in his ear. "Peut-ĂȘtre. Mais, que feras-tu pour moi?"