"Dad was German or something... Maybe not that. That might have been mum... Or was she French. Maybe he was Slavic.. You know before there was a Croatia. Moved to get away from the civil war." Hazel eyes glanced up to the ceiling to think about it all, as Matt had no true idea of where he was 'from.'
A hand went up to scratch the scalp under the mass of fluffy hair, Matt still lost in his thoughts.
"What? Oh! Thank you... It is a pleasure to meet you."