“ bien français est la langue de l’amour” He said, flashing Hakuba a smile. There we go- that’s how you reel them in. Flatter them in french.
It had been such a long time since he had spoken the language, his japanese accent really messed up some of the pronunciations.
It was a little rusty, yes, but Hakuba could appreciate the complexities of keeping each language and its nuances straight. Especially in a place such as this, where the opportunity to use such a language was not often found.
“Comme je le pensais,” the detective returned in kind, tilting his head just so. It was an attempt to be coy, to tease out more of that charm from his host. His smile drawing up on one side, playfully. “Ta voix est magnifique."
Picking up his cup again, Hakuba chuckled and took a sip before looking back at Tamaki. "Just as I expected from such a refined and handsome young man. Or, actually… perhaps I should be fair and call you Suou-oiji? Or Suoh-sama?"