Her reaction to his hand was automatic. She flinched, pulling away, just out of his reach. Of course, he probably didn't mean her any harm, but Cassandra had problems with being touched. Especially by men. Especially by men she didn't know. Especially by men she didn't know who hadn't asked her permission first. All of this flashed through her mind in a second, but she quickly relaxed, offering what passed for a slightly apologetic look.

That was, until his crack about Greek.

"I don't speak Greek," she said, keeping her voice even. "The Greeks always referred to us as barbarians. They thought our language just sounded like someone going 'bar-bar-bar.'" She rolled her eyes. "Most of them were fools."

Well, at least he hadn't asked her if she was that Cassandra.

Yet.