I told 'im I 'ad company. Per'aps we should see if you could fit into a dress.

[He cracks a grin before leaning over and examining the map.]

Oui, oui. Let me just...

[He stretches his reach to grope around the glove compartment for a pen. When he comes up empty, he sighs and pulls out his knife to scratch a mark into their destination.]

Alright. T'at was my original intention when we stopped 'ere, I suppose I got distracted.