Chapter Sixty Two

"I now fully understand why you fell in love with him. He might be on all fours but there's a man inside that body. I get it. It completely blows my sense of reality, but I get it."

Romani quidem artem amatoriam invenerant.

Mark looked at Damien.

"What was that? Latin? You speak Latin as a first language?"

Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur. Sorry, yes, that's Roman Latin. The first thing I said translates as 'the Romans invented the art of love'. The second translates as 'Oh! Was I speaking Latin again? Silly me. Sometimes it just sort of slips out'. To answer your question, Mark; yes Roman Latin is my first language. I revert back to it when I'm stressed out.

"Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!"

Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could o