Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

"you are sometimes a mystery to me," said Paarthurnax gently. He laughed, a soft cheerful sound that he hadn't used since he was separated from his siblings. He rolled his shoulders in a brief shrug, a light smile in his cool sterling eyes. "I'm a mystery to everyone, you just happen to know a bit more about me than others." he said, no longer bothering to hide his accent in front of her. Of course he would hide it later in front of the others, at least for now. They should probably know he was a Roman by now.

He lay down on the soft grass, the moonlight shining right at him, his fore limbs splayed out at his side as he called out his crimson healer. “Hic veni, Paar" he spoke in his native tongue softly, the words holding a gentle, soft and regal tone that he hadn't been able to achieve when he spoke English.