Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

Yes, he replied with a cheeky smile, letting that answer hang for a beat before adding, Si, I speak a little of los dos. Which one are you more comfortable with?

Bushtit hoped he said the former, because he was still pretty limited in his father’s tongue. As Soto crossed his mind, he wondered how this guy knew his padre. Perhaps the Segundo had recruited him for his sheer size. Or perhaps he’d found Verapaz on his own. He was sure it would come out in conversation, once they established which language to use.