“Have you ever done this?” She asked if he knew from experience or just agreed with the thought. Mostly to see if such a thing even works. She leaned on the counter with her elbow placing her chin in her hand, “Yet if I were French I could curse like sailor and people swoon. A such is language…”She trailed off a bit sour even if she was used to it by now.
“No,” he replied simply, “I’ve yet to be in a proper relationship that would drive me to do so. Saying that, I’d probably buy her flowers to make it easier for us both.” Booker smiled, “If it makes you feel any better, you could curse in any language and I’d still swoon over you.”














