Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

Greetings are easier—one word dished out and boom, French. He gets a reward for his efforts, and that is enough to have the dragon purr. Melting into the silver’s touch, he soon enough hears him respond again in the unfamiliar language. This time, the words unknown to Kratos. Bits he could pick out, yet French is far from easy when mashed with so many differences per sentence structure. A repetition in the common tongue gives the gist of it. Kratos parrots the phrase before he gives his answer.
Oui, he agrees.