Carlos' eyes widened a bit, though only partially at the French. Ever since the first time he'd asked Gael to beg him in French, it had become a regular thing - enough that he knew some words that wouldn't feature in a normal French course. And then, of course, there had been Michel. More French some might say than Gael Shaw was, he'd taught Carlos a bit when he'd been sixteen. That had been the excuse for all the time they spent together.

Of course, they hadn't actually practiced much of it, but he could at least make out most of what Gael said, and he slipped off the bed to open the drawer. Bleu was blue, and he pulled out a length of royal blue rope. Bouchons...he'd have to come back to, and instead he picked out a cock ring, and glanced back at Gael for a moment before picking out a second and carrying them back to the bed. "I don't think I'm passing French class," he said as he tossed them on the bed next to Gael. "You might need to translate the part I missed." Or not get that part of what he'd demanded.

Still, he leaned down first, before he relinquished control, and his voice was a low purr. "La próxima vez, te diré qué hacer en español y verás cómo va eso, querido," he said. "Solo para que sepas."