Cassandra allowed a slight smile. She found his clumsy kindness endearing, enough so that she was willing to overlook his attempts to touch her. As for the commentary about her speaking Greek...well...she really had no idea what a Kraut was, but sensed that he had somehow been the victim of such misunderstandings in the past. She had the capacity to forgive. An oddly human flame still smoldering inside.

"All right," she said. "But there's something I need to know first." She flushed a little. "What is tobacco?"