"You overestimate my skill I am afraid, Batoni," Anne Marie said with a fetching flush which was not at all sincere. "You have not seen the sort of dancers my country has to offer. I should be considered intermediate at best."
Despite their size difference Ioseb led her into a graceful dip. Now she knew why his followers had gotten as far as they had; he was charisma and charm personified. Were she a more naive woman, Madame LaMonte might have fallen for him. Fortunately for her, she was as shrewd as he was charming.
"Oui, I have traveled," she confirmed, "but Paris is my first and only home. I could not imagine living anywhere else, and I welcome you to my city Batoni Jugashvili. Perhaps I could show you the sights some time, hm? You will tell me about these setbacks and I will tell you about Paris in all her glory."
~*~
Oh dear God their eyes met. Kieran looked quickly away as Colin glanced up at him, but their eyes had most definitely met. It wasn't like he'd been
watching him or anything, and he didn't want the captain on the other side of the law to get any funny ideas. As he looked away he heard the darker girl make Colin laugh. Well...
that was a very odd mixture of...feelings.
"I'm sorry," Kieran apologized with that self-deprecating-yet-charming smile Anne Marie liked to call his apologetic
smoulder. According to her, he had several different types of smoulder and this one was reserved for those rare moments he actually felt like an ass. Few women could resist, even Anne Marie. "I must be a terrible dance partner. Not your first pick, I'm sure." The look on Elise's face made it fairly clear that if she'd understood him, she would have agreed without hesitation.
Clearing his throat, he tried to push away whatever was going on in his head and started again. "I'm from Ireland. Uh...Eer-londe, I think?" He smiled at the look of recognition on her face, in turn making her smile and blush a bit. "Yeah, so, Eer-londe. Et...uh...et vous?"
"
Et vous," Elise corrected gently with a smile. Kieran had been pronouncing the t. He repeated it and waited for an answer. "Je suis de Wallonie." Noting the confusion on his face, Elise tried to think of a more common name, one he might recognize. "Er...Belgique?"
"Oh, Belgium? You're from Belgium?" She was pretty, but Kieran feared they probably both felt like they were speaking to a child. He glanced up briefly at Colin--laughing with his partner--as Elise nodded.
"Oui! Belgium. Eh, sud de la
Belgium." The word felt strange to her. Why did English speakers have to call her home so differently from its real name? "Comprenez vous 'sud'?" She pointed down with a finger, toward the floor. It took him a minute to cotton on.
"Sud like south?" Kieran racked his brains for the smattering of German he'd learned from an engineer on a ship on which he'd sailed long ago. "Like uh...oh what is it? Süden?" They sounded similar enough. Now please understand German...
"Oui! Süden de la Belgium." Oh God what a painfully awful mash of languages that was! Still, at least he was handsome and trying.
"Great! So you're from southern Belgium and you think I'm an idiot. Got it." He didn't know what, but it was probably something in his tone that made her giggle.