His answering smile is warm.

"That makes two of us."

He takes her hand, raises it, and kisses her fingers before turning back to the rest of the table.

"None taken," James assures Quentin, as everyone resumes their seats. "It'd be useless to be offended at the truth, however unfortunate."

"Wise of you," Henri remarks, and signals the waiter - who approaches with alacrity, having been watching for the right moment. "Quentin tells me that the two of you are from New York?"