Francis still felt quite confused. "Why not French? I can't very well help what I am," he said. He'd been born that way, right here in this room. His brow furrowed as he looked around, still holding Arthur's hand. "Why are we in a...basement?" That was his guess anyway and the supplies around him didn't look like what most people kept in their basements. He couldn't be too sure though, having not been in anyone else's basement before.