One thing Eddie appreciated was fine women, and he would have been a fool to deny that Marguerite was one of the most gorgeous women he had seen in a long while. The last name, Delacour, rang a bit of a bell with him, although it was not until he thought on it for a moment or two that he remembered that the girl who had represented Beauxbatons during the tournament had been named Delacour.
"Enchantée, mademoiselle Marguerite. Et je l'espère bien! J'ai passé tous mes étés pendant ma jeunesse à la maison de mes grand-parents en Marseilles. Et vous, étes-vous née à Orleans?" He smiled at her, noticing the slight blush in her cheeks, and said, "J'aime une femme qui parle le français..."
(OOC: I'm doing everything straight from memory lol. Google translate makes it sound a tiny bit awkward at times, but I understand perfectly. :) "Enchanted/nice to meet you, Miss Marguerite. And I would hope so! I spent all my summers in my youth at my grandparents' house in Marseilles. Were you born in Orleans? I like a woman who speaks French...")