He blinked. "If that's what you wish, I'll do what I can." He wasn't doing anything particularly important at the moment, so why not?

Louis rarely shared many details about himself, but he didn't often hide them either. He stepped toward Amy, always graceful, and offered a gloved hand for her to shake. "Your name? Mine is Louis." Despite his nondescript American accent (with a slight sharpness to the consonants), he gave the French pronunciation.