"I just happen to be gifted with an excellent pair of ears, one must if one is going to survive in London. But I will admit that I have had occasional trouble with some of your words, and your S' are very amusing, so forgive me if I have been smiling after some of your words. And if you do not like this accent I have another, not so posh, but it would better denote that I am indeed a Slater." and she saw no shame in that, she was very proud of her father and of belonging to his family.
His eyes were so dark and it seemed as if they went on forever, it caused her to hold his glaze perhaps a bit longer than she should. "As difficult as it may be for you to believe, I was a sweet, good natured child, so I hardly think I would have uttered any sort of profanity." even if she had heard her father cursing as far back as she could remember.