It was a lucky thing that Legolas had some degree of self control, else that question would have had him choking on his own beer. Buck's timing was impeccable, asking the question while Legolas was swallowing a mouthful. Thankfully nothing went flying, nothing was snorted up the nose, Legolas managed to calmly put down the glass before licking his lips, smiling with eyebrows arched and a sideways glance to his companion. This sort of teasing he didn't exactly expect, but he met it head on all the same, giving as good as he got. Or at the very least, trying to.
"I suppose those manners of mine would not only thrill them, they would also make them hopeful! That they would rub off on you. But ah! I would have expected a romantic dinner first, fine food and drink by the candlelight, some heartfelt confessions that reveal what I already know...," but it was all a double edged sword. He felt a little too flushed saying it all, himself, and for this reason, the dim light in the bar was a godsend. Still, he continued smoothly and evenly, allowing mirth to lace every word. "Before you asked me to meet your parents."
He paused to take a sip, wet that dry mouth of his, and continued a bit more seriously — he would truly like to explore Montreal again, and with such a proud guide! — but not without continuing with that line of teasing.
"A tour of Montreal with you as my guide? I think that would prepare me well for it, but you could begin by teaching me that français québécois of yours."
The dialects held enough similarities that Legolas could understand it well enough, the European French and the Québécois French, but they also had enough differences that it was far too easy to commit some sort of faux pas at any time.
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"I suppose those manners of mine would not only thrill them, they would also make them hopeful! That they would rub off on you. But ah! I would have expected a romantic dinner first, fine food and drink by the candlelight, some heartfelt confessions that reveal what I already know...," but it was all a double edged sword. He felt a little too flushed saying it all, himself, and for this reason, the dim light in the bar was a godsend. Still, he continued smoothly and evenly, allowing mirth to lace every word. "Before you asked me to meet your parents."
He paused to take a sip, wet that dry mouth of his, and continued a bit more seriously — he would truly like to explore Montreal again, and with such a proud guide! — but not without continuing with that line of teasing.
"A tour of Montreal with you as my guide? I think that would prepare me well for it, but you could begin by teaching me that français québécois of yours."
The dialects held enough similarities that Legolas could understand it well enough, the European French and the Québécois French, but they also had enough differences that it was far too easy to commit some sort of faux pas at any time.