"Then you are not an American?" The question was perhaps a stupid one, but he did not know any better. She had said she lived in New York, so he had come to that conclusion on his own. He really did have a lot to learn about... well, everything. Especially about Cindy, though. "Is your town anyplace I would have heard of?" He imagined a duchy of some kind. Someplace cozy and quaint, far removed from the rest of society, almost like a fairytale.

Deciding that he should indulge her by any means necessary, he gave her a bit more about himself. "I myself am from the country, though I was sent off to school in Paris when I was a boy. That is what is customary for men like me. My family is rich, so they sent their son far, far away to learn the letters and become cultured. Once I arrived in Paris, I did not look back."

He reached for something else on the table then, a handful of figs. He had never been as fond of them as he was of other fruits, but it would be a sin not to try everything. Eyebrows raised in a questioning expression, he offered one to Cindy as well.