Sebastian wasn’t the type of man to ask if smoking was okay or not. “Live with it or get the fuck out”, was always his motto. Though, it was funny, how he was a man who day in and day out told patients that this was the cause of their burden, and it all ended with a stick that was now between his lips. Ironic would be the keyword. But now wasn’t the time to argue why he was smoking and how it was bad for your health, that would possibly cause another argument how alcohol wasn’t the smart choice either. All his attention was on the list that was presented to him and that alone, for now. He did glance up toward David every once in a while as the man babbled on about the dog he was stationed with. “Bitches will do that to you,” he teased with then, giving David a smile before the cigarette interrupted it.
And David was right. This was going rudimentary for him, but he was going to try and be nice, and not act like the snobbish teacher while making fun of his student’s mistakes. While Sebastian wrote down the commands on his own pad of paper, he made a parallel line to separate the English and German words but made sure to make space for the pronunciations.
“I think we start with the easy one first.” The cigarette was discarded for now in the ashtray beside him; at least he was being polite and keeping the smoke as far away from David as he could. Sebastian turned the notepad toward David, pointing toward the German word that wasn’t far from the English one, but his pen soon moved toward it in brackets. “Sitz does look like ‘sit’ in English, but the S actually sounds like a Z. So you’re pronouncing it as Zetz.” He flicked his eyes up to David, smiled, and then commanded, “Say it.”