"Non, I--" She licked her lips and bowed her head. "I am sorry, monsieur, I was certain I knew the way. I am usually so much better at these things!"
Joséphine fidgeted, never letting go of his jacket. She would fight for him, even if it meant having to pull out all stops. He intrigued her in a way few gentlemen had in the past few months, and she was in need of a good hobby. Getting this young man to stop blushing at the sight of perfectly healthy breasts was a good start.