"Alas that you know me so well from brief acquaintance to know the sort of woman in whom I take an interest," he replied with an affectation of disappointment. "Here I see a pretty woman with nice legs and an intellect, and I think - Marie-Pierre, you should say something nice to her; but I am wrong."
There was definite amusement in his eyes belying the contriteness in his voice when he added: "I do not by any means wish to offend you, mademoiselle, and I shall stop at your word."