I can't know that. You don't exist in my world. [That was blunt, but he needs to say it, for both of their benefits. He shifts a little, looking a bit more serious.] It's entirely unbelievable. [...well, he's a little biased.] Maybe your France took a few lessons on how to not crawl into a faraway hole when things get a little tough.

The 1800s were my moment to rest upon the laurels of glory where I hail from. I controlled a quarter of the world; France could only dream of usurping my throne from me. The scenario of your home seems quite implausible in comparison. [He's not trying to lecture her, he's just stating facts. ...Facts that are a little dramatized, but the point is, his tone isn't condescending. He doesn't know how it is where she came from, he just knows she can't expect him to conform to the standards of whatever England she's familiar with, especially if they're weak enough to get conquered by France.]