"Oh, well, that is good," he smiled and leaned his elbows on the counter, his sweater stretching around his fit, toned arms. Nikephoros let his legs shuffle again, hooves clacking on the floor.
"I have lived in English speaking island for...long time now?" He pondered. "I am separated from harras at twelfth year? That is..ten year in humen land speaking humon tongue." He made a face.
"Centaurian is much easier. Humans should adopt my language instead!" Nike grinned as he spoke, his voice dropping what may have been half an octave to a deep tone, his natural sound that rumbled joyfully from his chest.