Viktor chuckled heartily but did not answer her question. It was not gentlemanly to press an advantage like he had over her in flight, though he was very curious now that he was given the idea that she could fly competently. All of that internal thought went right out of his head when her small hand patted his chest. "Da, da," he agreed, his tone more neutral now. It wasn't bad enough that watching her run had given him distracting thoughts. "Most kind of you," Viktor added.
"A-kost-umd," he repeated slowly, trying to wrap his tongue around the bulky English word. It sounded much like the one he had been trying to think of, which made him think it was correct. Viktor nodded, stretching his arms out behind his back to loosen the muscles of his shoulders.
At her complement, he arched an eyebrow, quite certain that she was being polite. "English come slow for me, Alicia. I vould no haff quick direction dat coach need. You haff play Quidditch, da?" he asked, changing the direction of the conversation. It hurt his pride to admit his lack of skill with the English language. Viktor nodded, indicating the path ahead. "Ve run more, da?"
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Date: 2012-11-12 02:14 am (UTC)"A-kost-umd," he repeated slowly, trying to wrap his tongue around the bulky English word. It sounded much like the one he had been trying to think of, which made him think it was correct. Viktor nodded, stretching his arms out behind his back to loosen the muscles of his shoulders.
At her complement, he arched an eyebrow, quite certain that she was being polite. "English come slow for me, Alicia. I vould no haff quick direction dat coach need. You haff play Quidditch, da?" he asked, changing the direction of the conversation. It hurt his pride to admit his lack of skill with the English language. Viktor nodded, indicating the path ahead. "Ve run more, da?"