[He meets Charles's eyes again, eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion. Certainly, that's what had intrigued this man about him, D'Artagnan presumes. Charles didn't wish for fighting or violence, or a general discussion, but had been asking questions of his responses to things and trying to unearth more of it. He makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs. It matters not, in the end. 'Chill' though, receives another stare of puzzlement, and then D'Artagnan glances at the snow.]
... I am hot?
[That might be a strange response, he feels, and he should've simply asked what the word meant, but he's continually frustrated by his ignorance in such matters, and sometimes he wishes to pretend he understands, more difficult when context is not provided, as it hasn't been here.]
no subject
[He meets Charles's eyes again, eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion. Certainly, that's what had intrigued this man about him, D'Artagnan presumes. Charles didn't wish for fighting or violence, or a general discussion, but had been asking questions of his responses to things and trying to unearth more of it. He makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs. It matters not, in the end. 'Chill' though, receives another stare of puzzlement, and then D'Artagnan glances at the snow.]
... I am hot?
[That might be a strange response, he feels, and he should've simply asked what the word meant, but he's continually frustrated by his ignorance in such matters, and sometimes he wishes to pretend he understands, more difficult when context is not provided, as it hasn't been here.]