"Je regrette à dire j'avais pas le temps pour étudier la littérature française en beaucoup du détail," Cameron admits, "mais oui, c'est une culture charmante." He laughs, breaks the moment of his own seriousness, though he's not entirely sure what's funny about it. Maybe nothing, maybe it's just that she's quite evidently pleased. "You'll forgive me if I'm partial to my own, of course, but I, I do like it, yes. Tous, comme vous avez dire." It is, he thinks, an attitude one expects of Americans anyway, that they prefer their own culture above all others, and while he's not comfortable with a certain sense of entitlement attached to such preference — with entitlement in general, though that's a topic for another time — he thinks this, perhaps, they've earned in full. But then, he may well be sentimental for a time he wasn't around to see, and at the moment, the way she smiles and a bit of pleasant conversation seems more important.