The woman he approached was significantly larger than him, but he was anything but intimidated. Oh, no; the gods favored him so very strongly, and he knew they would not let any significant harm befall him. And this was why he approached so freely, his gait relaxed and loose, the corners of his lips turning up in a slight smile.
Though she did not seem entirely unpleasant, she spoke in her own language, one he was familiar with but did not prefer. "Fine, fine," he assured her with a gentle laugh, shaking the subject aside. His voice was laced with the accent of his native tongue, but he was fluent nonetheless. "I do not prefer it, but I speak it, yes!" His eyes flashed with manic excitement as he crept forward, his movements slow and cautious, like a cat ready to pounce at any given moment. But he was not threatening in the least, simply strange as he watched her, easing his way forward. "Who are you, my dear?"
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