C1209 Geraldo's Tea Language

I raised my eyebrows self-deprecatingly. "Looks like your people don't like me much."

Geraldo smiled faintly. "I don't need them to like me. It's enough that I like them."

"Eh, it's a little mushy. Speak properly." I shrank my neck in disdain, avoiding his close face.

Geraldo seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't bother with me. He got up and pulled me to another door