"Time," Salazar said again, as the waitress came over to tale their order. He ordered a glass of red wine and penne ala vodka. No appetizer.
At the mention of his mother, Salazar stiffened ever-so-slightly. She had only died a few years previous, and the subject was still very sore for him. And it would be, for the rest of his life. The death of Isaura Slytherin - though Salazar would be loathe to admit it - was the reason Salazar was the way he was. Had she not have been killed, he wouldn't have hated muggles as much as he did.
"She was an excellent mother." When he spoke, his voice made it seem like he was perfectly fine. "And she always wanted to make sure I was respecful. She taught me from a very young age to respect women, and respecting women is quite uncommon in my time."