Belle likes words, of course. And language in general. From all her years reading, she finds it so utterly fascinating how many words exist, words for different things and different words for the same thing. So the word Muggle strikes her curiosity; it doesn't seem a negative term, not to her. Just a word used to describe people.

She does have to smile at the expression on the man's face, however, as he stares at Philippe, who again rolls his mane in his general direction.

"He's just being fresh now," she tells him with a little laugh.

"James," she says as she takes his hand and shakes it. "A pleasure. A fine name for a wizard, that. I'm Belle."