The Faustian man smiled charmingly, surprisingly undisturbed by the convulsing body. "I'm assuming you're the one in charge? I can only hope that you speak a more... conventional tongue. If not, it is quite alright. After all, my job is specifically finding a common language to speak." There was something about the way he said his last statement. A hint of emphasis on 'common language'; a slight pause just enough to bring attention to it. It was articulated, the words most likely being a replacement for another. An eloquent title for an unseen truth. But that all depended on the Hive leader's speech skills.