He will view me as that child until his dying days. [It was said with a small sigh of irritation, but also no small measure of fondness. Faustino could imagine just how terribly his life could have gone if the Don had not adopted him and his brood, and he would repay his debts if it took him this life and the next. He shot his mentor a questioning look, a small smirk on his lips.] The question is, do you share his same viewpoint?

[Because he was only going to get hotter and hotter with age. And also less and less fashion savvy but ssh.

Faustino chose a booth near the window so he could watch people in case he got bored, nodding towards the proprietors almost in unison with Lancia.]

Oh? What sort of job?

[Even Faustino knew and was wary of the famed best hitman in the world. He had only caught glimpses of him, illusioned each time, but the small infant had only looked straight through him, smirking in amusement. 'Fear' wasn't an emotion Faustino had felt since he was caged in that laboratory, but wary cautiousness he felt around that small child was as close to it as anything was.]