[Poggio]

He was having fun watch they boy hoping he would run down one of the pathways but he stopped and turned back. It made him pout a little. He trailed his hands along the edge of the tomb as he walked closer to the boy. Niaz debated if he wanted to screw with the boys head. It was always fun. He tilted his heads slightly as if he were confused. English, English which language was that. He blinked slowly At last his mouth formed into a grin. Eventually he came close to the boy, looming over him by at least a head and a half in height. The words he spoke sounded familiar, however there was one sure fire way to learn the boys tongue.

One arm grabbed the boy around the waist pulling him into the curve of his body and used the other hand to secure his face. He kissed him passionately though his eyes appeared as if they were searching for something. He released his lips but still held the boy in his arms. Niaz licked his lips tasting some lingering remains of birthday cake. He twisted his head trying to think, ah yes he head heard English before. The last mortal spoke both English and some language he favored called Japanese. Niaz found himself mimicking the young boys voice. “English, can we try English?” His lips then curved into a smirk, as some of the walls suddenly sprouted windows letting in a soft blue light from outside. “Yes, English.”