He tilted his head slightly, his expression careful. “Certainly we are. But some habits are difficult to break, Monsieur Ambassador.” Lucien could still hear his father’s voice in his head, reminding him to always pay proper respect where it was due by rank—but it was indeed a new era now, wasn’t it?
Lucien wasn’t sure if the remark was meant to be humorous, but he took it as such, smiling slightly. “No, there isn’t anything… Your son has promised to contact me or my family if Chrétien is found, and that is the most I could ask for. Thank you.”