That seemed to satisfy the priest, and Madison smiled. "People forget that, sometimes." She ate the last piece of bacon on her plate, licking her lips once she was done. Not too shabby, if she said so herself.
The list of languages Jim was fluent in was - or seemed - endless, especially to someone like Madison who could only speak English. As he enumerated them, Madison's eyes widened by a small margin, and when he arrived to self-deprecatingly doubt whether dead languages counted because of pronunciation, Madison chuckled, shaking her head. "My God. I don't mean to weigh on you but if you ever need a distraction, could I bug you for a few lessons? I can't decide on whether Italian or French, though. Which would you recommend?"
Chuckling again, Madison gave Jim an endeared smile as she held her coffee mug up to her lips. "Yeah, you might be expecting too much from me, I haven't been here that long. I haven't even been tortured yet, mentally or otherwise." She looked the priest in the eye, smirking. "Maybe we can go through that bond-strengthening experience together."