[... that really hurt ;; He's going to rub his cheek a bit as he scowls.] Non, I do not know precisely what. Introducing myself and asking for directions hardly deserves a slap to the face.

C'est vrai - I am François Bonnefoy, Francis, if you prefer... La République française. Hesitantly at your service, mademoiselle Kirkland.

[His scowl turns into a downright shocked expression as she mentions his beard.] Ridicul-? How is my beard ridiculous?