[ French, indeed, but please don't make the mistake of thinking him French, he will not be pleased. He is more than so, however, at the thank-you, his smile quirking up into something both surprised but incredibly pleased at the same time. ]
De rien.
[ The way she looks at him is all the confirmation he needs, a wordless agreement that they both know exactly what is happening here; and though he doesn't know why the locals would be chasing such a lovely young woman, it hardly matters. ]
Do not worry, my dear lady. I am in no hurry.
[ His smile holds as he inclines his head just a little, very carefully staying just where he is. ]
Please excuse me... [ With that, he moves his hand to shift the scarf that's wrapped around her shoulders, where it was falling down against her arm-- it would look suspicious, the two of them standing there like that, doing nothing at all. ] There. It would not do to have that displaced much more, no?
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De rien.
[ The way she looks at him is all the confirmation he needs, a wordless agreement that they both know exactly what is happening here; and though he doesn't know why the locals would be chasing such a lovely young woman, it hardly matters. ]
Do not worry, my dear lady. I am in no hurry.
[ His smile holds as he inclines his head just a little, very carefully staying just where he is. ]
Please excuse me... [ With that, he moves his hand to shift the scarf that's wrapped around her shoulders, where it was falling down against her arm-- it would look suspicious, the two of them standing there like that, doing nothing at all. ] There. It would not do to have that displaced much more, no?