Eddie continued to sit relaxed in his seat, and when Isobel brought him his drink, he thanked her and took a sip, savoring the flavor.
"I am honored that you think so highly of me," he said, his ever-so-charming grin in place, and the transition between his French and English was once again seamless. "but it is I who should be complimenting you, my lady, for brightening up my night with your visit to my humble table."
He took in Marguerite's appearance again; truly, she was very beautiful, and he'd always had a soft spot for French women. Maybe he should have asked his parents to send him to Beauxbatons instead, but he'd had his good times at Hogwarts. "Tell me, what brought you to London, then?"