Back Door to Freedom {AW}

Vincenzo almost missed the woman's name as he stood there in shock with his mouth hanging open like a suffocating fish.  She'd…. just spoke Italian.  She'd just ask him if he made a habit of meeting women in caves which of course he didn't they just always seemed to be there.  Jaelle.  Jaelle was her name and as he blinked in his shocked stupidity he managed to mumble his name.  "Vincenzo… Vincenzo Bernini." He wasn't going to cry in front of her, certainly not!  Though the bubbling of joy that burst up through his chest made him want to and with his tale wagging violently back and forth and a grin on his face he leapt towards her like a pup.

Mia signora! La mia dea! Non avete idea di quanto è buono per sentire la mia lingua. Ero in un deserto e tu mi hai dato acqua. Non so cosa dire. Mesi senza parlare italiano e ora mi capita di incontrare qualcuno che lo fa e riesco a malapena a parlor.

He tried to keep speaking but the excitement choked him up.  Come fai a sapere italiano? Di dove see?

"Speech"