"Fuistes demasiado modesto al describirte, Dan. ¿Entonces una carera de traductor no te interesaba mucho?"

Miguel had leaned forward, resting his face in his hand to get a closer look at him. As if observing him like a simulation graph would reveal all his secrets.

It was a... dry attempt at a friendly tease. Really, since when did someone associate Hickness with knowing five languages? To which ever degree Dan knew them. He supposes it would be handy for talking to ghosts.

*((You were being too modest while describing yourself, Dan. So being a Translator didn't interest you much?))