Pride is a Weapon

A breeze shifted through and Vincenzo took a moment to enjoy the feel on his coat. Being as darkly colored as he was the sun had a tendency to heat him far more quickly than he would have liked, except in winter of course. Vincenzo chuckled at the other man's words at the mention of the lack of women. Ahh…. that was something he was missing. It had been so long since he'd enjoyed the company of a good woman but he was a man dedicated to his work and there was never any time to enjoy the dances of courting.

Vincenzo would listen quietly as the gray male stated that the place was indeed fascinating and Vinny would nod. Suddenly the geiser erupted causing Vincenzo to spin and growl as he fell into a fighting stance at being so rapidly startled. Bah! Wonderful, he'd just made a fool of himself in front of this man. He sighed for a moment before giving a defiant snort to hole the geiser had emerged from and retreated into. "Bah! Interesting yes. Surprising! I do not see up waters before." He eyed the hole for a moment as if water would suddenly burst up from it again the second he tried to speak. "My name is Vincenzo Bernini. What is yours? Where are you from?" The practiced phrases came more easily to him and he was almost grateful to speak them.

"Speech"