Ah, bon? This, [and he waves a hand around the room, and then points back toward the front door,] and that, these are nothing to do with my letters. They are what you want for me to ask about. And now, you will play coy? Then very well. It suits you, if you are a little too smug for the game to be entirely attractive. But even so, I will let you play.

[He folds his arms over his chest.]

My letters were about funding, mademoiselle.