The only problem with that, Xan? Hyacinthe liked smart girls. And boys. Okay, Hya just liked smart people. More than just sexy, they were fun to talk to.

D'Angelines appreciated passion, in whatever form it took.

"The language spoken by the Cruithne and Picti people on the isle of Alba, which lies to the north of Terre D'Ange," Hyacinthe said, explaining while he nibbled at her ear. "We are separated by the Straits, but there are some few people who have learned to speak this barbarous language of yours. Mostly traders and a very few nobles."