The question makes him smile as though he's remembering something he's particularly fond of before he offers Majima a shrug of his shoulders.

"I studied it in high school and University at first, but I ended up spending a year or so in a small Colorado city helping stop an undead uprising with some friends I made in the Nexus several years ago. And they were all American."

He wishes he was kidding, fingers brushing against his chest where the scar from the plaga he'd had in his chest had been removed.