Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

i'll show you 'bite,' fiamma remarked wryly, half under her breath. she was enjoying the verbal sparring with this impetuous man, though she'd never show it.

well, not quite never. his answer brought forth a smile, and then a short chuckle.

that does sound nice, she admitted, nodding. she cast her icy gaze toward castel in query. so, have you known soto for long? you speak his tongue. 

a tongue at least somewhat separate from her own, she'd gathered—there was enough lost in translation that communication was stilted.