"No, monsieur." Lauren said as he stood, lifting his hat slightly.

"La mademoiselle ne comprende pas." Lauren rolled his body downwards, taking his hat in his hand.

"Salut, mademoiselle, I am... Matey... englais est... not my... st-strong point." He struggled out, barring his teeth as he tried to recall what little English his father had taught him.

"Could-could tu... explain la word 'heathen' s'il-vous-plait?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Tu est tres belle, j'aime le chapeau, c'est tres mignonne." He relaxed his pose, approaching her slowly, holding his hands far out to his sides. Turning up a corner of his mouth, he leaned against the table, throwing his hat back on his head.

"Je suis vraimont desolee si je offensee tu, mais, je ne comprend pas le colere." He spoke very quickly, his voice deepened and his smirk widened. Lauren noticed the tattoo on her face, though he didn't recognize the purpose, he assumed it was native in origin. 

His mother's tribe never tattooed prisoners, in fact they rarely tried to kill or even knock unconscious their foes, instead carrying a coup stick. Counting coup was tapping an enemy and retreating back before being caught oneself, if a Blackfoot's coup was counted they would be forced to leave the field. To think of it, Blackfoot wars were more like games, it made sense that they got easily defeated in battles with trained armies.

Whatever the case, if this woman had been tattooed as a result of captivity, there was little chance of him managing to seduce her like he had been attempting. Unfortunately he realized too late, and probably wouldn't have any time to apologize for his transgressions.