"Really now?" Marius asks her, curious for those stories. The childish daring within him, as part of the bargain of his new, pint-size form, makes him eager to hear more stories of similar adventures as this, even as his adult-self knows he ought to be concerned when Flavia makes such a statement. "You have quite the life skill, there."

"Well, I was definitely more worried about the officer taking me away," he admits, dropping his chin on her shoulder. "But now that you mention it, your French is atrocious."