Blackbeak Bluff And the rings i am breaking

He accepts what she says, though it leaves him slightly more - lost, perhaps. Well, but: he wouldn't mind another staring at him. This was the luxury of the self-assured. 

The pair share a beat. Étoille lets her weave ahead slightly, dark gaze glued to her form as it moves, tracking her movements. It lingers even as she addresses his unaswered question, though his expression is not lecherous and betrays no deeper emotion than mild curiosity. "Oui, yes," he answers, because that is easy enough. "There is something..." Here the man hesitates. "In my mother's tongue, we call it 'je ne sais quoi'," he says. His translation is not entirely accurate - he means I don't know quite literally, without the implication of attraction, but it holds true enough. "You said you were from far away," he finally settles on, the closest he's come to prompting her for any explanations to date. It still offers her a chance to rebuff, but secretly he hopes she will open up, just a little.