Date: 2013-07-25 02:50 am (UTC)
He just rolled his eyes at his mother. She could be terribly difficult at times. But he had inherited stubbornness from both his parents so he knew he couldn't talk.

He glanced to Isabelle and offered her a smile before taking the coat from his mother. "Isabelle," he offered in English, "This is my mother. Mother, Isabelle." He hung the coat up "I have some wine if anyone wants some?"
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