Eric wasn't going to argue. He was sure that he would butcher French if he attempted it. His tongue was made for other sorts of languages. Languages that weren't quite so pretty and flowery when spoken. French would probably tumble out of his mouth like rocks.
"No." He didn't try to keep the irritation from leaking into his tone. "All I can think about is bedding you and how much I would hate myself for it, but not until after."
It was an admission he might not have made on any other night. But tonight, with so much shared, it didn't really seem like it could hurt anything.