Godric smiled at her, a genuine grin spreading over his handsome face. She was charming, sweet, so innocent. He wanted that innocence, to destroy it. "Greek, myself," he told her kindly. "And French, a little Italian very far back. British, obviously." He studied her face, her features, wondering about her. Something strikingly familiar about this face, those eyes. He decided it was because she looked like so many women he'd seduced, the brightness and sweetness of youth, right before he sank his teeth into them, stealing their life, changing them forever.
"So... Cecilia..." He looked her up and down, brown eyes sparkling. "What drives you up to this lonely room?"