Josiah is still staring after Vasquez, a little like he's debating whether it's even worth it to keep making an attempt on him, but finally, Faraday's voice registers and he's drawn away with a disappointed look on his face, knowing that it absolutely shows. "Yeah, learned it when I was younger, on account of so many patrons rolling through that speak it. Usually, it works better than this."

He looks lost, absently, as if he's wondering why calling a man handsome in his native tongue hasn't gone over so well, especially when there'd been a hint of something before.

"You don't speak it, then?" Josiah asks, judgmental and accusatory, like it's a failing on Faraday's part to keep Vasquez's company and not.