Adrian paused for a moment, feeling a beat skip as his mind moved to catch up with the shift in conversation. He had not realized Maggie had been feigning faux seriousness. Though, he supposed, he still was not very good at catching English humor, even after all these years. It was just so misleading with all their serious tones and gestures-- how were you supposed to know?
Adrian shrugged, and propped his head back into the base of the chair. "They are alright," he conceded, not thinking much of it. Though he did have a former teammate named Cristiano. He had been alright, he supposed.
"I was teammates with a Cristiano at Braga," Adrian mused aloud, eyes now squinting as he thought back to his former teammate. He wondered if the chaser was still with the team. "He spent a lot of time on his hair and face. To make it look good." He let out a sigh, opening his eyes wider to look at the fairy lights and candles floating high in the air. This reception truly was beautiful. He smiled, as it made him think back to his and Maggie's party.
"Not to worry, meu amor," Adrian responded seriously now, intent on heaving out a dose of English humor. He raised their locked hands to his lips and kissed her fingers. "He was not as good looking as you."
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