He returned it, the smile little more loose than his last. "I'm glad to find that your reputation of being thorough holds up." Arthur finally lifted the glass but only wet his lips. Wine, beer, he could handle, but he knew his tolerance for anything else was low enough to be mocked by certain Forger coworkers. Not that he expected said Forger to be here.

"A Frenchman who's drinking isn't a stranger for long," Arthur said, the truth and a gentle joke at the same time. "You don't speak French?"