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LadyEsperanza 
Thiago looked at he, chuckling sightly, eyebrow raised. "I could not deprive you of your divertida." He grinned up at her when he said "deprived," a word he heard a professor say and then repeated over and over again until it made sense. He smiled unconsciously when she said love. He had been nervous... She could have grown up. Forgotten he said he would marry her when they were of age... He reached into his pocket and fingered the chain and stones there. Did she not want to think about that? He looked up at her and rested his chin on her knee. "My classes... No e dificil, really, mas... No one understands me." He laughed, and then frowned. "Someone said something about my accent. See-duc-teeve, she said. What does that mean?" he asked, irritated at his foolishness.
"You are learning well," Eirian muttered, surprised that he was picking up synonyms so quickly. "How do you do that?"
She wasn't fast learner. She wasn't even a learner. She was... just stuck in her current mindset. Petting his hair, she sighed, loving the feel of his locks - they weren't as silken as hers, but they weren't supposed to be. "That might be because you speak half in Portuguese!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and giggling. "Try English. Some of the words are almost the same, you know." Seductive? Oh, gosh. "It means I will have to hurt her if I see her," she offered as her reply, smiling coyly. No one was going to flirt with
her Brazilian lover. She had gone through too much trouble to get him!