<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/>He smirked, "You don't have to thank me," he said, "Thank your parents." He laughed, "It's alright, I'm a little too dense to let my ego be scuffed too badly," he said, making fun of himself. He saw that look on her face, "Yeah, I know, what's a hood rat like me studying languages? My grandfather beat the living shit out of me if I spoke in English, so just to be a smartass I started learning other languages," he laughed, "I might not look very smart, more like some street trash but... I think you'd be surprised. Well, not to say I'm not street trash," he laughed, "Because I certainly am. Definitely not the kind of company you're probably used to. Bet your parents sheltered you from riffraff like me," he said, "Can't blame 'em."<br/><br/>He nodded, "Trust me, I know," he said, "I've learned enough to know that by now." Roman spoke 15 different languages and was working on two more. He smiled when she continued speaking, noticing she didn't stutter in her own language, perhaps more comfortable speaking in her native tongue. "Maybe you could talk about art to me in Japanese. It sounds like some thing you're passionate about so it wouldn't be that hard for you to talk about. Then we could kill two birds with one stone, yeah?" he laughed.