"Sí, Spanish - your intellect astounds me," came the dry reply, with Ramez continuing to stare at the rest of the crowd. He ignored her smile, her laugh, and though they were quite endearing to see and hear he stopped himself short. "You could tell that just from my appearance, my accent and the way I sa yes? You are truly a genius."
The cigar almost done, he drew out the ending before throwing it into a nearby vase. Nowhere to stub it out, damn it. "I do not practice, no - you see, speech generally comes naturally, with one word after the other using grammar to form sentences after being taught from birth... I have been speaking naturally for oh - thirty years? And several other languages for twenty-nine. Whilst your first words may have been wanker and fuck, my first described what I held most dear."