"So French, Latin, and was that Arabic?" John asked vaguely.
"Aramaic."
"Hum, Aramaic."
"It's a dead language."
"Got a bit of a revival last night."
"John..."
"I'm just saying." Smiling. "So what did it all mean then?"
"Doesn't really translate to English."
"Oh, yeah right." John let this go and let his posh love believe that his secret was safe. But any solider worth his salt knew all the good cuss words from one end of the globe to the next, so if Sherlock Holmes wanted to scream "fuck me" in three different languages that was just fine with John.