Accepting the glass as she explained, he nodded. He was from the Bayou, so magic was not something he wanted to disbelieve in "I hear you, Mademoiselle. I'm not a man of magique, mais je compris." Selecting a cigar, he sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, leaving his hat on the table beside it. Grinning after a sip of bourbon, he asked "<strong>All</strong>sorta improper things?"