When she doesn't respond at first, he slots her into a certain category of woman: the ones who make you work for everything. That doesn't really deter him, though it does remind him of someone he met recently, back home. He has so many names he doesn't mind giving them out, but he understands it isn't always the same for others. So he doesn't mind that she hasn't reciprocated, until she does.

His smile gets a little wider. "Well then, Mam'selle Max, I hope you know how ta play. 'Cause we don't go slow."