"Absolument," Cameron replies, huffing out a laugh. Tyler doesn't give a rat's ass about fashion; Cameron barely has the time himself, although he takes care to ensure he's presentable, at least, even here. That's a matter of principle, too. "Après un point, c'est simplement mal élevé." There's a small degree to which he is, in fact, showing off a little, but it also just seems like the natural way to respond, slipping into the language she chose, almost as if it were a new-made inside joke. There's a saying people like to dust off when one goes abroad about how people who speak two languages are bilingual; more than that, multilingual; only one, American. He prefers being able to shut that down with some manner of authenticity, although he only has a smattering of phrases here and there in German and Italian, enough to be polite, and his French has grown rusty. All the same, that one, that's a matter of pride (and language requirement courses at his prep school, but he would have pursued it regardless. He's never wanted to allow people the pleasure of viewing himself and his brother as simply jocks). It occurs to him, though, that the phrase is common enough. He smiles. "I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me. Do you enjoy French?"