Madame de Pompadour. Oh now that name rang bells. That name he recognised.
"You're Madame de Pompadour?" he asked with an incredulous tone and a wide grin. Oh now that was just brilliant wasn't it? Someone of historical importance, and not just anyone. He'd read about her, he'd been impressed with her. And now here he was standing in front of her.
"Well, really, that explains a lot." He spoke aloud, but mainly to himself more than anything. It explained her confidence and her manner.
He could have gone on, but no, no something else she said caught him instead.
"--what do you mean presentable? I'll have you know, I look pretty damn good as I am."
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Date: 2009-12-01 03:15 am (UTC)"You're Madame de Pompadour?" he asked with an incredulous tone and a wide grin. Oh now that was just brilliant wasn't it? Someone of historical importance, and not just anyone. He'd read about her, he'd been impressed with her. And now here he was standing in front of her.
"Well, really, that explains a lot." He spoke aloud, but mainly to himself more than anything. It explained her confidence and her manner.
He could have gone on, but no, no something else she said caught him instead.
"--what do you mean presentable? I'll have you know, I look pretty damn good as I am."