It was altogether vaaaaguely Romance language-ish, but heck if I could tell you which he was aiming for.

That's brilliant. I love people who can do bad accents that are actually three different bad accents in a trenchcoat. (By association I get to be proud of spatch, who invented one for Mr. Paravicini in Theatre@First's The Mousetrap that started in Italy, ended in Russia, and holidayed in Luxembourg with occasional outcroppings of New Jersey.)

I decided for the sake of my own sanity that his accent was Watsonianly a bad fake, he was actually from three towns over, and either none of his friends could tell or none of them could talk him out of maintaining it.

. . . That happens in real life sometimes.