...She caught sight of that almost-action, and when she tilted her head next she also almost did something of her own. For the first time since these grand wings and strange happenings had started, Claire nearly smiled. But then she caught herself, pressed her lips into a firm line, and strode quickly to catch up with his retreating form.

"We may not be, you know. Speaking the same language. Apparently all languages are one, here. For all I know, you could speaking suavely in Italian."