[ Oh, so now she's prickly?? Napoleon is going to laugh, because it's already cute that she's trying to be authoritative after she conceded to using his name in private; if she really didn't want to get to know him, she wouldn't be here trying to make him feel comfortable.

He can feel her flushing from here (like, a few inches away, honestly). It's hard to keep himself from reaching out to touch that blush, so he doesn't even bother.

Here's a big soft bara hand against her cheek. ]

I bend to fine women. Especially to see them better.

[ God, he's so French. ]

If you're gonna allow me to spend time with you, so be it! Now you're obligated to tell me what you do to enjoy yourself, maitre. A Servant has to know how his Master unwinds.