"Your language, friend Raven?"
The dark haired girl nodded slightly. "Yes. It is ...old. It has been said that it was the language of Heaven, and therefore, was the reason we could use it to shape our spells."
Starfire turned her head as if being thoughtful... Or whatever passed for thoughtful amongst Tamaranians. Coincidentally, it was kind of cute.
"...So... this language is what allows you to kick the butt?"
Raven paused.
Raven sweatdropped.
Raven paused again.
"Y-Yes. ...And other things."
Starfire's eyes sparkled slightly. "Other things... like your, umm... what is the word... em-paty?"
The other girl looked at her curiously. "It's empathy, but essentially, with practice and the right knowledge, anyone can-"
Her speech halted suddenly as the emerald-eyed girl began staring at her with a frightening intensity.
...And then licked her lips tastefully.
Raven, heaven help her, got the sudden urge to run like her life depended on it.
Unfortunately for her, she never had the time to act upon this impulse.
"Yo, guys!"
...No response.
Beast Boy muffled a curse, his search continuing.
Perhaps this would be a good time to explain. Put simply, the resident changeling was bored. So, the simple solution was that he go find a friend to entertain him. So, using the simple and very warped logic he developed earlier that day, he decided the simplest way to find them to was search the least obvious spaces.
Shall I remind you this is Beast Boy we're talking about?
So, after searching many different places, getting burnt once, soaked twice and managing to obtain one mother of a papercut, (best not to ask, really...) he decided to check the main room, despite (again, remember who we are talking about) passing by the doorway no less than six times and also hearing many muffled noises, concluded that the first six times were not worth the half second it would take to open the door.
However, in the strange and (again) warped logic that is part of his universe, the first six would not have allowed him to walk into the room as Starfire was doing her very best to extract every language Raven knew with the flicks of her exceedingly agile tongue.
Let it be known, as the green elf passed out on the floor, mumbling quite incoherently, that the image was forever burned into his memory.
'...So there is a God...'