Dean could only snort in response. He was reading between the lines here— and he hoped correctly, so the suggestion of elsewhere was tempting. "Ah, but that would be so very cruel, surely the cellist has a better use for those long fingers." He replied in Italian to prove Dempsey's second point.

Switching back to English, he added, "It is remarkably tempting, but one never knows what languages those in the vicinity are able to understand." He had gone with Italian there, because French was widely spoken among the upper class and he had already been chatting in Greek. The Italian seemed to be the safest option, but even then he had kept his voice low, leaning toward Dempsey as he'd said it. Dean had learned many a thing in his time abroad, both discretion and common sense were skills that could be honed like any other.

"I do not mind changing to where speaking freely is easier, however." He said it casually, circling back around to the original suggestion.