She was almost uncomfortable with the stretched silence and began to feel the warmth of a blush dust her cheeks. But then Angel asked about the origins of her second language and Céline was able to relax now that the creepy vibe she was getting from his disappeared. [i]'Oh'[/i], she thought. His tease had also helped and she couldn't help but chuckle with him. She hadn't realized how much she missed home until now, it was nice to be able to speak her language again. Sure Céline was fluent in English but it was not her first language nor was it the primary tongue spoken in her household. That would depend on which parent she was speaking with but English was only really ever used during formal conversations around guests or for the servants.

          Angel's answer was a relief to hear. Céline had assumed as much but it felt good to have some sort of confirmation; it was a small reassurance albeit enough to soothe her nerves. As long as nobody killed each other then it would be relatively easy for her tolerate regular outbursts such as these. Céline supposed that, considering the type of people this group consisted, this was a small price to pay. [i]'Almost too easy'[/i] she mentally noted. [color=e6b5f3]"My name's Céline, sir. I am sorry to disappoint but my father was the Spaniard of the family so the mystery dies there."[/color] Truthful enough; hopefully Angel would be satisfied with that information. [color=e6b5f3]"What about yourself? Any secrets I should be wary of?"[/color]