"English? Very well... I am... was Anglo Axon, but I will share the same title as you for the time being as Englishmen." He tried to crack a small smile. "I came from Baths, a village in what is now known as England. From what I hear, it is quite the town, now."
Well, smile soon faded as he heard about rubbing alcohol. Dolemeck had scrapped his knee once back in San Fransisco and Venus had to apply rubbing Alcohol to the wound. It hurt terribly and made him cringe. There really was no choice in the matter, as Demons really did have filthy mouths, and he did not want to get a dire infection.
"If I start yelling in some strange language, I am not talking in tongues. It's old English... Welsh if it REALLY hurts."
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