If Gabriel had the ear for it, he'd have no doubt at all that Niall was Northern Irish. Belfast was thick on his tongue, and specifically West Belfast. He'd been raised in the heart of a conflict older than his father and his father's father.

"Business brought me here," he answered with a roll of his shoulders. "What else? I sure as shit haven't come to study Latin, have I? But seeing as I was taking a drive in the country, my mucker says, 'Have a stop at the university and see this lad Gabriel Caron. Real inspiring. A real poet.' And he didn't fucking mention you had a face like that, the fucker."