"I forgot about your lessons," Belle admits with a sheepish smile, colouring pink in her cheeks for the way he so easily talks about loving her. She loves that, loves him, and it never stops being a magical thing to think that she's found this sort of love. "We should start them again, to make sure you'll be able to get by and be able to go where you like. There's so much to see in Paris, from what I recall of it."