Jack laughed, shocked, when the woman flirted so openly with him. He flushed red but smiled, enjoying the attentions. She seemed brash, and he liked it. He lead the mysterious young woman over to the drinks table.
"Ah, yes. I grew up in Paris. She was a beautiful city." He sighed a little wistfully - he had left France to live as Jack, but he did miss his old life terribly sometimes. "In your voice I 'ear only the accent of the natives, if I am not much mistaken? Why, then, 'ave I never seen you before, I wonder?" he mused, taking a glass of wine from the table.
"Ah, yes. I grew up in Paris. She was a beautiful city." He sighed a little wistfully - he had left France to live as Jack, but he did miss his old life terribly sometimes. "In your voice I 'ear only the accent of the natives, if I am not much mistaken? Why, then, 'ave I never seen you before, I wonder?" he mused, taking a glass of wine from the table.