He noticed that she did not pull away either, from his touch and their interlocked fingers. This made his own thoughts wander a bit. Perhaps she did feel an interest for him as well. He looked up at her, when she spoke. Her attempt at an accent made another light chuckle come from his lips. It was amusing, while also being cute. She was then asking him about the book that he had been reading. His eyes moved to the book, for a moment contemplating if he should answer or not. She might think him a bit odd, or perhaps she might think him a bit over the top. To be honest, he would not blame him. "I..am reading Tartuffe by Molière" he said. Molière was a french writer, often referred to as the Shakespeare of French history. He wrote many different plays, this one being written in 1664.

It was an old book, the speech within it a bit on the older side as well. It might be hard for someone to read and keep up with, as many found the same within Shakespeare. However, he did enjoy it, and he enjoyed the English play maker as well. Many would think it to good to be true. An honorable french man, with class and who was well read enjoying such things? It was very rare in this day and time with any area around the world. He looked back at her, "it must sound a bit odd" he said, voicing his concern a bit. "I do not get the time back home however to enjoy some of the classics" that was true, back home he was often involved in work instead. When he did have time to read, he often was to tired to keep up with the story behind the words, or he was interrupted just as he began to get into the book.

None the less, it did not stop him from enjoying a good book, as well as many of the classics as he put it. He lifted her hand, gently kissing the back of it, before he finally did release their connection for now. He turned, picking up the book from where he had discarded it. The book was older, it belonged to his father. It had been passed down through a few generations, in a sense becoming an heirloom of the family. Seemed well read men ran within the family. It was almost amusing to think about in itself. Perhaps that was one of the reasons men in his family tended to be ladies men. Then again, men within his family were also well respected. They prided themselves on being good and strong. He did not doubt they would not simply use their looks for gain. Though they were not perfect, no one was.