In her smile, Jack felt for a moment as though he shared something with her. Something wordless. Something that in fact required no words at all. But shared it was.

"I wouldn't imagine you'd settle for anything less," he smiled.

Again his eyes shifted and caught sight of gazes levelled in their direction. It amused him how little had to be done to fuel a fire. And here he was thinking the French were up on this sort of thing. Well, he didn't want to disappoint them.

Reaching over, he touched his hand to her arm and slipped it along to catch her hand, gripping it gently. He lifted it to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of her fingers. His eyes, all the time, were open and focussed on hers, and even when his mouth wasn't visible, his smirk could be seen in the crinkle of his eyes.

"Jeanne-Antoinette," he whispered, "I think we'll be the talk of the town, tomorrow."