English is his sixth and youngest language, behind Hindi, Persian, Italian, French, Latin, and he doesn't have much Greek at all these days -- it takes him a fraction of a second to locate the reference, which is partially to do with an article he'd read back in 2016. He's also distracted by the hand in his curls and the closeness of all of that terrible, beautiful divinity.

His mind is resolutely closed off to Louis. This is his own experience, his private devotion. He might lie to him about it later, tell him he was simply wandering the grounds.

"It's not always easy to filter out the noise of humanity," he replies, head tilted up. "My senses are highly attuned, but I have learned to ignore what I can't control."