My word.

[1handedwelshman]

This typist woman of mine is utterly off her bloody rocker. She's decided to write a book about me. Does she have nothing better to do

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[delacourin]

Oh, quite possibly.

[1handedwelshman]

*looks her up and down approvingly*

I don't believe I've had the pleasure yet, miss.

[delacourin]

*grinning* Non. I am Fleur Delacour, monsieur.

*offers her hand, laughing.*

[1handedwelshman]

*kisses her hand* Enchante, mademoiselle. *grins* And there my knowledge of your delightful language ends. May I say, however, you are certainly one of the loveliest ladies I have yet had the pleasure of meeting.

[delacourin]

Oh, merci.

*Fleur smiles. It is not a blushing smile, for she doesn't blush -- but can come close to eyelash-fluttering humility!*

Did you know, good sir, that some of the world's finest heros have only had the one hand? It is honorable.

[1handedwelshman]

Indeed, I did not know. You flatter me overmuch, sweet miss.

Might I interest you in something to drink?

[delacourin]

Please! While you know, I am one of the assistants at the mansion's bar, I am oft pleased to try anew. And you may call me Fleur, of course.