"Where'd you pick up speaking Common?" asked Constantine, and Vica turned around in surprise from where she sat by the fire. She had just finished spiking the fish through a spit just in time to hear his question. It was something she had been curious about as well since the day they had encountered the dragon, but it had never quite felt like the right time to ask. It didn't even feel like the right time now, but it figured that Constantine would ask anyway. He never cared about anything, Vica thought with a private snort.
What will you do with such knowledge? the dragon asked, its psychic voice reverberating through Vica's mind. She threw a glance at Constantine, still uncertain whether he could truly hear the words, even after everything that had happened.
"I don't know, but maybe it'
