"Ah well it is good to have assistance in that. I've grown up among the upper-classes and quickly frankly, they still confuse me," Demetri said. Maybe it was because he was French and reminded him far too much of Alexandre, but Demetri found himself liking the young Mr Laurent more and more. "I'm afraid our weather is like that. I firmly believe that unless you're born here, the weather is never likable. And French chefs are good, but nothing beats a good meal on the Left Bank, does it?"