Hey, a question asked is politely returned; Cassie has only herself to blame.
Mal reaches out a hand to hover about her shoulder in case steadying in the jostling crowd is needed as he quickly and quietly goes over this information in his head, his expression politely blank and calming.
After a few seconds he mentally shrugs; he's held a rational conversation with a magical peacock at dinner a few nights ago and he's more then a little sure he'd seen a bright red hell-spawnish creature wandering around the Inn -- walking classical literature shouldn't pose a problem to his already (obviously) unstable mental health, right?
He smiles carefully, hand still hovering protectively, voice holding only the slightest lilt of question. "Your English is certainly better then my Greek, then."
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Mal reaches out a hand to hover about her shoulder in case steadying in the jostling crowd is needed as he quickly and quietly goes over this information in his head, his expression politely blank and calming.
After a few seconds he mentally shrugs; he's held a rational conversation with a magical peacock at dinner a few nights ago and he's more then a little sure he'd seen a bright red hell-spawnish creature wandering around the Inn -- walking classical literature shouldn't pose a problem to his already (obviously) unstable mental health, right?
He smiles carefully, hand still hovering protectively, voice holding only the slightest lilt of question. "Your English is certainly better then my Greek, then."