Jacques blinked. Well, the English did love to drink. He himself had been to a number of English dinners where the supremely British prediliction for toasts and responses bored him witless. The men toasted whatever came to mind when the ladies were there, and continued on with even more vigor after the ladies had left. Jacques was now convinced it was all an excuse for the men to drink, not any mark of politesse.
"Bien." He kept his accent firmly in hand on the switch back to English. "Would you care for more champagne then... Mademoiselle...?"