"Is that so?" Both of his eyebrows crawl up his forehead briefly. "I will have to keep that in mind, ma chérie."

That only prompts him to give her a grin that is just this side of cheeky. If she seems truly uncomfortable with his attentions, he will stop - but until that point, Henri is intent on enjoying himself. It has gotten him this far, after all.

It slips away when she brings up the pain. She is not simply a shapeshifter, he reminds himself. The Beast of Camwood was cursed that way, not blessed. "I have thankfully learnt over the years that when a woman says she knows what pain is like, it is best not to pretend I could imagine it. As it turns out, I cannot. Apparently."