<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman gave a grin, "It's alright, I'm only teasing you. Fluently? English, of course, Ukrainian- my native tongue, Romanian, French, German, Russian, Spanish, Arabic, Afrikaans, Persian, Hindi, Italian, Polish, Gaelic and Welsh," he listed off, "And Latin, but I don't really count it." He then gave a laugh, "Watashi wa chōdo watashi no beddo ni anata o hakonde hoshī. (I just want to carry you off to my bed.) I love when a women speaks a foreign language to me and it's not helping that you're utsukushī (beautiful)."<br/><br/>It was cute the way she lit up at the mention of art, taking the album she'd handed him. He began to flip through the pictures of her art, a grin flickering on his lips, blue eyes flicking up, "You did all these?" he asked, his tone denoting he was impressed, "Would you mind explaining them to me a little?" he asked, "I know there's always an emotion or meaning captured in a work of art, but I never try to translate its meaning to the artist, I can only translate it for myself," he explained, "You don't have to go through all of them, maybe two or three would be nice though."