"I am afraid it is not your cousin, Lady Hurst, that currently holds my interest."
A step forward, and he was bending down again, closer to her face, though perhaps not as forward as he had been before.
"Do I appear as a Frenchman upon first glance?" He offered just the hint of a flirtacious smile, eyes lowering in a mock-modest expression. Now, his voice was all but a whisper. "Or are the ladies of England set against a man of warm blood?"