He couldn't help but look pained for a moment, just a split second, before the expression was gone. This wasn't Ronan hurling Russian at him like an insult, this wasn't someone who looked at him and thought he didn't belong in Henrietta. This wasn't even Henrietta...and maybe that was a good thing.

"Bulgarian, actually. I was born in Jersey but my parents are from Bulgaria, met there, and all that shit before going to the States." He said it casually, easily, like he enjoyed talking about his family in any capacity outside of venting about things. "I do know a little Russian, though." And Ukrainian, and he was more or less fluent in Bulgarian.

"Diana's a pretty name. Fit for a goddess." He smiled, and it both was and wasn't flirting. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, and also because he'd always been interested in various ancient myths, though it wasn't something he usually brought up. "Abel's cool, too. Unique."