If anyone was getting her underwear tossed in his face, it was going to be him. You have fire in you, and I would never put that out. Sirius, whose first language, first love, was French. The virgin and the man share a fire, a meal, and a bed. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears.
They spoke a lot of languages, those humans, and there were a lot of glorious ways to mess that up. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. Do you know that I can speak French?