[At that, he very nearly laughs. He rarely does, however, and the result is a somewhat strangled sound, caught between a huff and something else.]
Oh, trust me, Monsieur. I'm counting on the human race to give me no surprises.
[It's a bit odd, though, isn't it. The way the other man keeps looking him up and down, like his face doesn't go with the rest of him. Which safe to say, may easily be a matter of taste. In any case, it unnerves him slightly and his smile turns faint. Glancing off to the side. That's a well-kept hedge. If nothing else.]
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Oh, trust me, Monsieur. I'm counting on the human race to give me no surprises.
[It's a bit odd, though, isn't it. The way the other man keeps looking him up and down, like his face doesn't go with the rest of him. Which safe to say, may easily be a matter of taste. In any case, it unnerves him slightly and his smile turns faint. Glancing off to the side. That's a well-kept hedge. If nothing else.]