"I am French," she said then, in perfect English, though her accent was thick on the words. "Born in Orleans, raised in Orleans, a recent resident of Paris and now this dreary city of London. I speak more than French though. I have a taste for languages, especially Italian and Spanish."
Now she was leaning forward, an elbow propped up and chin resting on the heel of her palm. Her long fingers tapped gently across her rosy cheeks and she smiled slowly.
"You are an utter delight. Handsome, and perfect French? You are refreshing when I feel surrounded by such awful specimens of the male species these days."