"You cannot even begin to fathom how much I am enjoying this, darling." She smiled back at him sweetly, maneuvering to the side of the sloppy drunk. "Let's go, mon petit salaud" she cooed as she motioned for the man to remove himself from the stool "it is time to go" she ramped up the accent, and he smiled dopily up at her before lurching off his bar stool and moseying to the door. With a huff she watching him leave, not acknowledging she'd heard the bartender's rephrasing except for the slight smile toying at the corner of her lips. She fished around in her money belt that was strapped to her waist.
"Oui, mon cheri, but you already know their name." She flicked the card at him across the counter and set back out into the inn to take more orders. If he wanted to know more, he could flag her down.
a/k/a Irma Oswald a/k/a Erméline d'Auber