Aimé glanced over at the wardrobe, nodding as he listened to the man talk about the difficulties of transportation. It stung a little, in a strange way. It brought back memories of Mercedes.
He snapped out of it, not having realised the man had gotten quite so close and took a step back. "Not too bold. We have settled in very well, we are quite accepted in social circles that matter." He said. "Why ask?"