An awkward moment across the table there. Rufus MacIan drew breath to answer, but Throwley headed him off: "Oh, you understand it perfectly. But it is not what you speak . The polite euphemisms are many. We say, my lord Gy has a Highland lilt, a brogue, a burr. But this is to gloss over the true nature of the problem, which is that you simply and in fact are not speaking English. You could if you wanted, but you don’t. Please, I beg of you, my lord Gy, speak English, and consider yourself welcome in my house, and at my table."