"Now that does sound intriguing," she said, hand flattening out against the fleur-de-lis as she leant her weight just so against the hard curve of his shoulder. "Paris was full of stories of the musketeers, but it's a wholly different thing to have one in front of you. Living and breathing." Phryne spoke the last as if there were a good deal more to be done with living, breathing musketeers, but where forwardness and blatant invitations could be as much her style as any other, she was having too much fun to not continue on with the ongoing theme of their conversation.

Where she could have easily slid her hand higher and curved her fingers over the top of his shoulder, or allowed it to slide down to instead find how the leather was fastened together over his arm, she decided to simply brace a part of her weight against the heraldry beneath her palm. It allowed her the perfect vantage to eye him up from a closeness that was personal (perhaps to some overly so) without actually being intimate. All while still able to bring up her rapidly draining glass up to her lips to swallow more of its sweet champagne. "You must be full of stories yourself, surely."