[He feels the flinch of her hand under his, and with a final gentle pat, he lets go.]

Did it? I was afraid it would show how hard I had to think about the French.

[But he looks down, with a sheepish, secret fond smile.]

I suppose being a married man, it's only natural I'd connect with a role of a father. [The confession is soft, as if he's embarrassed to admit that he put more of himself in it than he expected.] Not to say that I'd use the role as an example. Perhaps of what not to do.