"Enjolras..." He mused a moment, trying to place it. The name was fairly obviously some degree of French, but a bit more Provencial than he was usually used to hearing. Which got him thinking about anyone explicitly french he'd crossed paths with lately, or even...

Suddenly Arno was snorting as a certain picture came to mind.

"Oh. Ohhhh. Blond and unusually somber, yes?" He answered, trying to look very serious and failing at it rather badly. "Well we haven't met officially, exactly but if it's the man I'm thinking of, we've traded snowballs."