"Merci. I will look forward to it." That was the truth. She would certainly look forward to it. It might turn into the only thing she would be able to think about until he did. Perhaps even after.
She reached out to touch his hand again, letting her fingers linger for a moment. "You are picking things up very well. Soon you will know all the little things I mutter. Then I shall have to be more careful with what I say." The door was open, and she was wavering between the two worlds, knowing that she needed to leave but not wanting to. "I should go, oui. We are both working. This is not," pause to consider, "professional? No, too harsh. I do not know. I should stop talking before I convince you that it would be unwise to call me."