"no... non my love, it's pronounced prévision. the accent is important, yes?" the grin on his face was one you were well accustomed with, and the way his finger glides across the newspaper . . was also a familar sight. "mon ami, you make me laugh." he further commented; now his steady gaze bearing into yours.

shaking his head, he knew he could never truly think less off you for your french abilities. he'd give up spreaking french if it meant being with you - but comprimise is the language of the devil. and this man was an angel.

he pointed at another word. "now, try this~"