The weird pronunciation of his name doesn't phase him. It's the hand on his shoulder. Why touching? Why always with the touching, Harrowheart? At least his hands are wrapped this time.

"This is pointless," he says to Adia. "He doesn't understand us."

"You don't know that," Adia replies quickly, looking embarrassed. It's rude to talk about someone as if they aren't there. "Maybe it's like your conversation with Hunter, except reversed, and he's the one we can't understand."

Caspar raises a brow. "All right," he draws out slowly before looking up at Harrowheart. "Did you seriously think I was talking about a real shovel when I brought up the phrase 'shovel talk'?"

"Caspar," Adia says, and Harrow does not need to speak Ancient Greek to understand the subtext in the way she says the Cylon's name. With a suddenly abashed expression, he holds up his hands.

"All right, sorry. Just a joke..." He frowns thoughtfully at the death knight, and says seriously, "If you understand what we're saying, clap your hands three times." There, simple. He's positive he's not going to do it. The language barrier is too great.