The sound of a germanic accent in the room made Connor grin. Those who said the snarling language was unpleasant had such mundane, unimaginative tastes. He rather liked it. It had... cadence. It was like listening to a landslide, growing more impressive the longer the phrase continued. German-flavored English was close enough. Why did I never bother learning that tongue?
He continued to watch, to listen, eyes merry. His nails rasped softly on his jaw as he scratched absently. Here he was, watching and memorizing and learning, names and natures.