"What did I tell you about that word? None of it." Arik snapped his teeth at Stefan as he leaned in and licked the blood from his lips. The playful smile only slightly more playful than the spark in his eyes. "I was only giving a welcome to some fresh arrivals."
Blue eyes glanced over at Claudia as she took the bottles away. In a moment he was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and lips to her ear. "Horiek atzera eman beharko duzu, edo i duzun edatea izan dezake.," he whispered, not fully realizing what he was saying. In World War Two he has been taught the Basque language by the codebreakers out of fun, to get away from the horror that surrounded them.
Keeping Claudia in a tight hug, he rested his chin on her shoulder. "I can stand just fine. But...will both of you be tucking me?"