Elijah watches you, totally enamoured as you pick up the phone and start speaking to your relative in your mother tongue. The way your language sounded from your lips... he was in love, for sure. The way you made it sound so effortless... he just wanted to kiss you and your soft lips... He looks away, flustered by his own thoughts. As you get off the phone, he looks back at you, schooling his expression into what he hopes is something more neutral. "...what language was that...? it sounds... it sounds really, really good." Damn. He did not mean to sound that desperate, but it's not like it's that far from the truth anyway. "Can you speak to me in that language sometime?" he blurts out, like an actual simp. "I- I mean you don't have to if you don't want to-" he says hurriedly "B-but... I like the way it sounds. The way you make it sound..."