[At least he earned that laugh again-- at his own expense, really, but that was kind of the point. Polnareff grins, pleased to hear it-- but oh, that question, and he drains his glass as he tries to think of a good one. He knows crude phrases, silly ones and sexy ones both, but there's only so filthy he can talk with Bruno-- he doesn't know him so great, you can't tell somebody how to say I'd like to blow you when you barely know them.
(And this isn't any different, he tells himself, than he and Jotaro going back and forth. It's just like how they do late at night, trading dirty phrases and come-ons, it's precisely the same, he can say shit in Japanese and Italian and English, so why not teach Bruno the same in French?)]
Well, there's always just going simple and direct: J'ai envie de toi.
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(And this isn't any different, he tells himself, than he and Jotaro going back and forth. It's just like how they do late at night, trading dirty phrases and come-ons, it's precisely the same, he can say shit in Japanese and Italian and English, so why not teach Bruno the same in French?)]
Well, there's always just going simple and direct: J'ai envie de toi.