She loves it when he looks at her like that, like she's precious and he's amazed that she's his. Lifting her hand to circle his wrist with her fingers, she watches him with an equally fond expression as he starts to speak, the lilting cadence of Spanish washing over her like a comforting wave. She gets a few words here and there, but most of it is Greek to her.

She does know what conmigo means, though. "What do you want me to do with you?" she asks, her smile turning rueful as she rubs her thumb over the thin skin of the inside of his wrist. She knows it must be frustrating to have her not understand. She's sorry.