"Well," Sean began with a grin on his face and temporarily capped the little bottle of nail polish. As he set it aside, he continued while twisting red locks into a loose bun and spearing it into place with a pencil he grabbed from the coffee table, "It's more than I can do. I was terrible at learning Spanish. So, you sir? Have a huge leg up on me with your Uber Mad Linguistic Skills," said Sean with a chuckle. The bottle of nail polish was uncapped once again and the psychic resumed his work for a few minutes in silence before he asked in a somewhat absent tone, "Did you want to be a translator?"