Aimé stepped inside, looking around, not sure what he had expected but it was certainly more than he felt it right a dealer of anything to have. He glanced at Monsieur Berteaut and shook his head. "I am afraid no, I do not believe I have ever met you before. Why? Am I familiar to you?" He asked, trying to think back to how he could have met the man but he was certain he had not.