Seveline was half annoyed, half intrigued about Blane's nickname for her and his repeating it. He couldn't seem to just use her name or anything. Oh no, he had to stick with that extremely annoying nickname he love so much. She followed Cydrao down the ladder, listening to what Blane was saying the entire time. A small smirk crossed her lips at his slight allergic reaction. "You shouldn't have been standing out in the sun then, smart one." She replied. "Should have thrown your little rocks from the shadow until we noticed, then came in here." She rolled her eyes, folding her arms. Her face suddenly flushed red as she heard what he said; his accent made him sound even more alluring at what he said. 'Darn, did I let my accent slip again?' She wondered, trying to figure out how he could have figured out that she knew Italian; and assuming that Cydrao didn't know what his friend was saying... though, when she glanced around a bit, she realized Cydrao had already left. "I'll keep that in mind." She murmured, resisting the urge to answer back in Italian as she wished she could... she knew none of the other slayers spoke it, so she kept the trivial little detail from being known... yet Blane had figured it out all too easily.