Sid laughed at that. "I've never regretted anything, that would be a new emotion, you are very welcome to try." Now he was intrigued though. What had the first batch been like? Paint thinner? He'd definitely drank that before in a pinch, and while it wasn't delicious, it definitely did the trick. "But you'll definitely have to try extra hard." There wasn't a lot he didn't like.
"No, you are," he insisted, leaning back into the hand running through his hair after the brief hug interlude. "Greek. Modern Greek--and believe me there is a difference." A lot of different in the pronunciation of certain letters, for instance. He ran through a mental list, realizing he had probably ten or eleven languages, but also a handful of variants. "At least ten, but it might be more like fifteen if you're counting old vs new and certain different dialects." French Creole was pretty much its own language, and had several variants that he wasn't completely up on. He only had a handle on the Haitian/Louisianian varieties. "Can't actually read very many though, so I'm not sure how to measure it, really." It was usually easier to ask directions or recommendations when you were looking to immerse yourself in culture than to try and learn a new alphabet and grammar. But he'd also been more of a doer than a reader.
He flashed a semi-lascivious grin and waggled his eyebrows back. "I might." Or would. Almost definitely would. But ah, it was story time now. Despite only being in possession of this place for six months, he did actually know a bit about its history. "It's uh. Very old. It pre-dates the Salem Witch trials, actually. My uncle came over with the Roanoke colonists, and when shit hit the fan, he fucked off to this island to start a life here instead. The building itself was built later, but it's definitely pre-Revolutionary war."