"Fluently, and I know this city like a second home -- oh! Hello!" He chirps a cheerful greeting to Kitten and reaches out cautiously to offer a hand of inspection or scritches. His own Shadow, Tinman, is ever shy and evasive, but Kitten and Henn may well be aware of the little praying-mantis-ant-with-leaf-wings creature lurking about furtively.
"Anyway... this way... I've spent a lot of time here over the past 15 years. A LOT of time. I toured here, lived here, my lead guitarist was born here and taught me the language, and his aunt proclaimed herself my second mother..."
Miniver loves Russia. It's odd -- he's as Irish as shamrocks and leprechauns, and looks it -- but somehow, he also seems to FIT here.
He leads Henn down the street, walking at a slow, relaxed pace, to let her take everything in, and just enjoying it himself.