A small smirk played upon Igor's face: like Gabrielle, it was hard to keep a sollumn face, but not because he was blithe at heart. His excuse was that he plainly didn't care.
Continuing their conversation in English, Igor asked, "Would you rather we speak in English, then? It does not matter to me." Neither were his native tongue, but he was fluent in both. He could tell that she needed practice.