He doesn't know what he said, to make their faces both stop and their lips to turn into lines, identical lines. More French, and he raises an eyebrow, as he makes sense of it, before he frowns. "I haven't asked her to marry me." Not yet. He's 17, an adult by deck standards for 2 years now, but it wasn't time. Neither of them were ready. They both had so many things to do before that happened, including age a bit.

"We're dating, but I can still want to take care of her as my girlfriend..." you know? Buy her nice things, take her out to good restaurants, take her on trips to places she wants to see. It was still the same feeling, even if not the same delivery, the same effect.

He eats his soup, muttering to himself inside his mind, before he nods "Yes Señora, A student, in the advanced classes." Which was good for normal people, but nothing at all near the same level as Eileen.