The little giggle made him smile. He liked knowing that he could illicit a reaction from him. Smiling, he rolled his hips a little, unable to keep still against the feel of him moving on his lap.
Nodding, he leaned up to place a kiss against Nell's lips. After a few moments, Antoine lay back down before speaking. "I believe the translation is darling. It is a term of endearment." He hoped that he hadn't offended the young man - it was simply a natural thing for him.