[ He hadn't walked her home from her studies only because she told him not to. Meaning when she does arrive he's stirring whatever d'Artagnan's left cooking, his shirt sleeves rolled up ( why is he so fond of plaid, why? ), a wine glass at his elbow.

Looking up when she addresses him, he raises one single eyebrow. ] You may have to be a little bit more specific than that, my Lady. France is a vast country full of many a different people.