Across from him Verity began speaking in what he presumed was Italian and Everett found his eyes widening. Did she know Italian? Perhaps she had always wished to visit Italy? Whatever the reason it was certainly impressive.

After the waiter left he found himself pondering just how to address this new development when Verity jumped in. "No, no. It's fine." Everett was quick to assure her. "I just didn't realize you spoke Italian." He shook his head slightly and then took a sip of his own wine trying to compose himself. "Did you learn as a child?" As far as he could tell she seemed fluent in the language. Better than his handful of words. Vino, Ciao, Graci. It would be helpful to know the langauge when he had his meeting in Rome.... but no, that was entirely out of the question. He had married Verity to keep her safe, he wouldn't do anything to jeapordize that.