"Ahh, you are French, monsieur." She replied in French, of course. "My mistake. Who are you and what situation are you looking for?" She looked him up and down and made as if to circle him. "You do have a face that would please anyone, Mon Petite." She reached out and took his chin in her hand if allowed, and said. "You are not oily, are you? You will bathe, yes?" The questions were from someone who hardly had time. "Smile for me?" She was impatient.