"Only to a Frenchman, which I'm not." Italian, because he thinks she'll enjoy it - there's a clicking from behind him, and he passes it off as just the ants, and the odd sensation of being inside a room that shouldn't exist.

"So who got chased outta here, hm?" He crouches down to look through some scattered leavings, finds more of the strange marbles Ilde'd picked up. "What's this?"