Addy gives him a withering look and crosses her arms and continues to restrainedly not bite his thumb and forefinger completely off.
Addy notes this with interest. [The emotional broadcast is interesting. I don't think it's all genuine, but is it indicative of something genuine?]
[Didn't really -? Weren't you curious? Where is everyone's experimental mindset, I ask you. All right. Is it easier to do some emotions than others, assuming you remember them equally well?]
The obvious exceptions aren't obvious. Despite being spoken in a universally understandable language, the things he's saying don't make a whole lot of sense.
When he's done inexplicably explaining, she says, [Forget about your aura for a second, tell me about that language!]
"It's called the Speech," he says, still speaking same; the Speech's name for itself translates as such, but has stronger overtones of fundamentality. "It's from my world. You can use it to talk to anything that can understand you, and if you speak it, you understand anybody who's trying to talk to you. Somebody should teach it to your princess, I bet she'd have a field day."
[She would. I want it. Will you tell the local Bella that it's harmless so she'll let me have it, pretty please?]
[It is harmless though, right? She won't let me copy minting,] Addy pouts. She does in fact pout, an interesting feat with his bloody bitten hand in her mouth.
[Maybe you could just teach me and we won't have to bother our Bells at all,] suggests Addy.
[Trading histories with Golden, nothing uninterruptible, why?]
[Uh, probably safer not to, if Addy gets out of control she starts marauding for magic, at least if she doesn't know the Speech she can't get far if she ever manages to get made into a wizard.]
[Aww, but it's only a language, what's the harm?] wheedles Addy.