Lazarus worries his lip with the pad of his thumb as he thinks about it. The alcohol is slowing down his thought processes, but not enough for most people to notice. Unfortunately, Nathan isn't exactly "most people", and as he's one of the few Numbered that can match Lazarus' mental speed on a good day, he's probably pretty keenly aware of the slight lag on account of the moderately heavy drinking he's engaged in tonight. Despite stopping for Nathan's sake, it is not leaving his system anytime soon.

"Well... English, obviously, and Hebrew. I had both of those before the echoes...." he mumbles around his thumb. "The others so far are Russian, Greek, a Sicilian dialect of Italian, Japanese, German, Mandarin Chinese, American Sign Language and Spanish." He laughs after he says "Spanish," on account of it being a private and fairly cruel joke.

Too late to speak it with Cesar on a regular basis, but so it goes.