[ Monsieur. So Athos is French, then, which just adds more weight to the suspicion (hope?) blossoming in Gansey's chest.
Of course, this presents another opportunity. He allows himself a moment to feel gratified that for once, it's not Latin that he's required to be fluent in. French is something he grew up with, something that always came far more easily to him. And so, without wasting a beat, he switches to it, suspecting that it might put Athos more at ease. ]
Please - it's just Gansey. Monsieur Gansey is my father, and he's not here to insist upon it.
I imagine this must have been difficult for you. Is it impolite to ask what year you're from? I would guess at the seventeenth century, based on the look of those pistols. That's not something I expected to see here, but given the nature of the place I suppose I shouldn't really expect anything. I've always known time was a fluid element on the line, but even so, this goes far beyond what I could have thought.
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Of course, this presents another opportunity. He allows himself a moment to feel gratified that for once, it's not Latin that he's required to be fluent in. French is something he grew up with, something that always came far more easily to him. And so, without wasting a beat, he switches to it, suspecting that it might put Athos more at ease. ]
Please - it's just Gansey. Monsieur Gansey is my father, and he's not here to insist upon it.
I imagine this must have been difficult for you. Is it impolite to ask what year you're from? I would guess at the seventeenth century, based on the look of those pistols. That's not something I expected to see here, but given the nature of the place I suppose I shouldn't really expect anything. I've always known time was a fluid element on the line, but even so, this goes far beyond what I could have thought.