It was no understatement to say that education wasn’t very enforced,— it was expensive, and frankly viewed as “unnecessary”,— taking a toll on a mass population of people’s intellectual, or vital skills like being able to read, and or spell / write.

Although, he kept it under the low for your sake, Spy had taken mental note of your reading skills,— or lack thereof, and almost pitied you for it. Although, being a grown mercenary.

”Non, c'est faux. Read it again.”

Spy’s chiding voice slipped out, like butter on fresh toast. The faintest hint of rasp underlying his voice as he gently lifted his scrutinising gaze off of the newspaper latched in his gloved hand.

His smoking room reeked off cigarette ash,,.. as it usually would. The gentle chime of ice cubes clanging against the crystal glass of whiskey he had grasped loosely between his fingers disturbing your stuttering.

”Tu es nul à ça.”

He lightly chuckled, his tone upholding that usual habit of patronising mockery.