"Et dat is a great shame, ma cherie. If one doesn't have a time in their life for frivolity et stupid choices, dey end up like like Scott." He looked over his shoulder to pout as her at how terrible a fate this was. "Thankfully, we already have one, so no reason for you to convert."
He chuckled and nodded while he worked, smirking in smug pleasure. "Dat us Southern types; why say anything in five words when you can be more colorful about it in 15? And I'm beginning to suspect you are enjoying dis predicament most of all." Stepping back watch the mutant float in the healing goop, he felt rather satisfied that nothing else will happen to Forge for a while. He grinned at her at the patting and praise and stepped back for her to code in the tank's job. "Now he stews."
Offering his arm, he wiggled his eyebrows and tipped his head to the door. "Den, shall I escort you to your chambers, Mademoiselle?"