Music he hadn't let himself listen to whisps of in centuries. Not since the change and the ache that came with certain memories. Raw and powerful. France pushed that elf self of him back a little, gentle but firm. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it was simply wishful thinking that had that part tell him there was an elf before him. An elf so familiar it hurt.
France let his smile widen, warmth mixing with playful laughter as he bowed lightly in answer to the singer's bow. The accent fit with the feel of this one, as another look told him. English. "Ah, but a good hot cup of tea is always better with company." For this, it felt right to speak English to the man. Parisian accent, yes. But no French mixed in.
Not that he'd do such a thing with England for no reason, of course. But there was something...special. And he was curious. "It is no trouble."
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Date: 2015-03-15 11:33 am (UTC)France let his smile widen, warmth mixing with playful laughter as he bowed lightly in answer to the singer's bow. The accent fit with the feel of this one, as another look told him. English. "Ah, but a good hot cup of tea is always better with company." For this, it felt right to speak English to the man. Parisian accent, yes. But no French mixed in.
Not that he'd do such a thing with England for no reason, of course. But there was something...special. And he was curious. "It is no trouble."