Bahorel's laughter is friendly. "Well, you've never lived in Paris." Of course an Englishman isn't going to really understand.

He turns to study Harry for a moment; how to put it into English Knight-speak? "Say: because I loved my city, and meant to fight for her; and that meant I had the duty to know her. And because Paris was home, and a man should know his home, and the people in it."