Carrick was spending the evening window-shopping in the jewellry and antique shops of the town centre. He was standing outside a jewellers looking wistfully at a display of mens rings set with tiny black diamonds and wondering what size Russell would wear, when he heard the muttered curse.
His head snapped round. Ancient Greek... it couldn't possibly be. It was common among scholars to be able to read his own mother tongue, but to be able to speak it; that was nearly unheard of. The only person on the other side of the road was a human slave boy. A human speaking his language? Impossible. But he knew what he had heard.
With a movement too quick for the eye to follow, Carrick sped across the road, seeming to materialise out of thin air directly in front of the boy. "What did you just say?" The vampire demanded.