Shen knew what kind of person this was. No nonsense. Didn't have to know something well to fully command it. No need for patience. He wanted to test it. So you don't speak Asian, eh? I'll give you some Asian...
Shen gently pushed aside the hand Roxy was gesturing with that got too close. He cleared his throat and smiled.
"I take the privilege in assuming the individual for whom you enquire would be the cantankerous female, Ms. Welsh. The aforementioned is not present as of current circumstances, but I am certain she shall recrudesce momentarily once she acquires the sole object for which she has made her hasty egress.
"In the meantime, may I have the honor of introducing the gentleman standing before you? Most of those familiar with my presence facilitate the romanization of the nomenclature attributed to me in my native tongue. As you do appear most comfortable utilizing Anglo-Saxon appellation in addressing others - and quite erratically- I entreat you to address me simply as Shen, the Sino-Japanese character of which bears the translated definition 'of God, or godlike' which in turn behaves as an adjective for the succeeding character Ming, denoting 'intelligence'. If you wish for a more formal denotation, I insist we convene upon employment of my surname Ling, which signifies 'grace, or harmony'."
He bowed all Asian-like in a flourishing kowtow as he introduced himself, positive that whatever little patience she had was quickly being stretched taut. He would've finished by asking for her name, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't let him finish.
