"I'm François Bonnefoy. Bonjour... I guess. If you're a willing pet then come with me to my home or perhaps take me to your boudoir. I'm no faithful man so don't be clingy. It can be a real headache." He takes a drag off his cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray. His purple eyes settling in on you and examining what he is working with. "Also... I'm known best as France. At least... Another version of the one you might know. I'm no helpless romantic le faible like he is."