Braveheart1995

William:
How did you know me after so long?

Murron:
Why, I didn't.

William:
No?

Murron:
It's just that I saw you staring at me and I didn't know who you were.

William:
Oh sorry, I suppose I was. Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers?

Murron:
It was the best way to make you leave.

William:
Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, I'll send you a written warning first.

Murron:
Oh, it wouldn't do you much good. I can't read.

William:
Can you not?

Murron:
No.

William:
Well that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it.

Murron:
You're going to teach me to read, then?

William:
Aye, if you like.

Murron:
Aye.

William:
In what language?

Murron:
Are you showing off now?

William:
That's right. Are you impressed yet?

Murron:
No. Why should I be?

William:
[in French] "Yes. Because every single day I thought about you."

Murron:
Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed.

William:
My kilt may fly up but I'll try.

Murron:
You certainly didn't learn any manners on your travels.

William:
I'm afraid the Romans have far worse manners than I.

Murron:
You've been to Rome?

William:
Ay, my uncle took me on a pilgrimage.

Murron:
What was it like?

William:
[in French] "Not nearly as beautiful as you."

Murron:
What does that mean?

William:
Beautiful. But I belong here.