Tongues

Kespin gave Miles a sour glare, he wanted an answer that didn't involve waiting.
He had watched Erik gain control of his anger, rather splendidly given his races disposition, but felt that something tugged at his mind.
Later.
"I will wait for this...story."
Changing focus, he turned to Luna.
"Do not think I have forgotten your shapely form, what runes do you mean? I have a light grasp of tongues, though it is often wasted on profanity."
Another peal of laughter echoed around them.