[ At the back of his mind, Matt's been trying to place the accent, letting its rich and velvety sounds roll in his ears like bonbons filled with whiskey. German or French, he thinks. It's the name that convinces him, makes him smile slightly. Lioncourt. He does have a leonine aspect, in some ways. That golden mane. ]
Yeah, [ Matt agrees mordantly, anxieties resurfacing about cake that isn't cake. ] And I thought I knew from unique.
[ Though if he's asked what he means by that, Matt realizes he won't have an answer. Not without outing himself. Redirect! ]
I was hoping they'd have some good poetry on one of these shelves, at least to show off for company. First editions for bragging rights. But so far, nothing. [ Matt quirks a smile. ] Is it too much to ask for a little et dès lors, je me suis baigné dans le poème de la mer?
[ He only knows enough French to get from Charles de Gaulle to the Louvre, but his accent is good. He spends a lot of time with poems and prayers in languages he doesn't speak, or doesn't speak fluently. ]
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Yeah, [ Matt agrees mordantly, anxieties resurfacing about cake that isn't cake. ] And I thought I knew from unique.
[ Though if he's asked what he means by that, Matt realizes he won't have an answer. Not without outing himself. Redirect! ]
I was hoping they'd have some good poetry on one of these shelves, at least to show off for company. First editions for bragging rights. But so far, nothing. [ Matt quirks a smile. ] Is it too much to ask for a little et dès lors, je me suis baigné dans le poème de la mer?
[ He only knows enough French to get from Charles de Gaulle to the Louvre, but his accent is good. He spends a lot of time with poems and prayers in languages he doesn't speak, or doesn't speak fluently. ]