She never learned to speak Pig Latin

Out of the blue a former client rang my phone. It had been several months since we had last spoken and, contrary to the rules that govern our profession, I had a certain fondness for her. It was nice to hear her voice.
"Hello." I casually spoke into the receiver.
"Vincent, I've met this wonderful man!" she exclaimed.
"Well, hello to you too... "
"I'm sorry, please forgive my manners. I'm just so excited!"
"Apparently."
"I'll get straight to the point. His name is Jeremy and I want you to meet him."
Now, I have entertained my share of strange requests over the years, but meeting a former client's new lover was usually where I drew a line in the sand. Talk about "conflict of interest".
"I don't think that's a good idea..." I protested.
"Pleeease! She pleaded.
"You are such a good judge of character and I want your honest opinion.
"I really do not think..."
"PLEEEEEASE!
Sigh. Who could resist that?
"Okay." I agreed.
Jealousy is a beast seldom conquered, rarely tamed.  She wanted to bring him to the abode but I strongly objected. Not too many people know the whereabouts of the Bat Cave and I prefer it that way. We decided to meet at her place instead. I pulled my "Bach" next to her Bentley and rang the doorbell. Jeremy arrived fifteen minutes later to find Christina and I enjoying cheese and wine on the first floor patio. Her face literally lit up when she saw him. He was tall, handsome and fit. I could see why Christina would be attracted to him. I stood and smiled as he approached the table.
"Oh, darling I'm so glad to see you! This is my friend, Mytou. I've told him all about you."
"Good things I hope." he said as he extended his hand to me. He had a strong handshake. Maybe a little too strong...
"Dear, do you mind if I talk to you for a second in private?" he said as he took Christine's hand in his and pulled her close.
"It will only take a second."
Indeed. A second was all it took for me to see past that charming smile and notice that glint in his eye. Immediately a phrase popped into my mind.  I looked directly at Christina.
"Angerday,etgay outay." I said.
"Pardon me?" she smiled as she nuzzled into Jeremy's chest.
"I didn't know that you were bi-lingual. What did you just say, Vincent?"
"Angerday, etgay utoay". I repeated.
"In English,silly."
"Sweetheart, I'm sure Mr. Love has other things he could be doing besides teaching you a foreign language." interrupted Jeremy.
"Besides, I still need to speak with you in private."
 Christina asked if I would mind waiting a few minutes while she and her "prince" stepped inside for a moment. I declined citing another appointment I had coming up within the hour. I shook Jeremy's hand and told him it was a pleasure meeting him. (I lied) and I briefly hugged Christina. While she was in my arms I softly repeated the phrase again.
"Angerday, eygay outay."
I still remember the confused look she had in her eyes. I fondled with my keys as I sat in the Jag. Maybe I should go back and interpret. Better still, maybe I should mind my own business.
I put on my shades, turned on the radio and drove away.