M.C. Beaton

By the time she got to Charles de Gaulle, she had a sore throat and was cursing that she now had to leave by terminal 2E instead of the former 2F. The terminal was huge and bewildering and check-in in chaotic. The only bright spot was when the man checking her bags through security asked to see her passport. He studies her photograph. "This, madame," he said, "is the photograph of a beautiful woman, and you are even more beautiful today."
Agatha, accustomed to the French ability to flirt, answered , "Monsieur, such a compliment coming from a handsome man like yourself makes me feel beautiful." He smiled, everyone in security smiled, and Agatha felt a glow. Aren't the French marvellous when it comes to flirting, she thought.