Cosette, it must be said, is rather accustomed to handling social skills for the men in her life.

"Oh dear," she says, sympathetically. She's still confused, but all the same her sympathy is real -- it sounds so downcast, the poor little thing! (Which is adorable, for the record.) "Whatever is wrong? I hope it's nothing too serious."

Monsieur? Maybe not. Social scripts do fall down somewhat in the face of talking rodents, however courteous they may be.