Bastien lifts his head from where he’d bent it over the mug, nose very nearly inside it to breathe in the steam, and smiles like he’s not at all tired or troubled.

“Ah ouais?”

He’s not quite enthusiastic about the idea. The fellow is very handsome, seems perfectly nice, and could disappear into the ether any day without so much as a wave goodbye.

But however resigned she sounds, she did offer, so after sticking his nose back into the coffee steam he makes some quiet, less-obnoxious-than-possible kissy noises into his cup.