It might spoil the moment, except that it's such an entirely Bossuet thing to say. ""All right. As long as it's really you saying it." Joly grins again, and kisses him on the end of his nose. "If anyone's insisting we write poetry, I probably should, just to teach them a lesson." He leans back enough to play with the lapels of Legle's vest a little, smiling but thoughtful. After a moment, he says "--Everything has been very strange."