Niall happened to think his accent gave his Latin a far more musical quality than some nasally North American garbling, but he conceded with a tip of his head, because he might have just been biased. His lips curved with pleasure as his sharp eyes took in Gabriel's reaction, though. The boy had been searching for someone remarkable, and lucky for them, he'd found just that.

"I know fuck-all about Derry," he admitted, a half-truth, while casting a glance at their surroundings. "Where's the nearest pub? Or have you got a favorite?"