[He stares, perplexed at first as to why she's starting to sing (and already reaching his hands to his ears to cover them, just in case- he doesn't want to feel things he doesn't want to feel, nope), but when he hears the words he furrows his eyebrows.]

[Of course he understands the language. And the words...is that supposed to be him?]

...Donnez-moi du courage?

[A pause.]

You want me to somehow be enraptured by you even though you are vile as you are, don't you?

And I do try to understand you, but...at this time, I despise you more than I want to know what you are.

[He sounds unsure about that, though.]