[It was a fact that Faustino knew, one that he didn't need others to repeat to him in order for it to gain validity, but he would be lying if he didn't preen slightly at the praise. He knew that Lancia wasn't the type to flatter anyone just for the sake of lip service, and it was a difficult habit to shake. Wanting approval from the strongest man he knew, wanting to be noticed and recognized. Wanting to be able to stand by him side by side not as a ward, but as an equal.

Faustino took some time to eat before answering, reigning in his wayward emotions as he smirked.]

My, my, I never thought I'd hear the tried and true 'it's not you, it's me' from you, egregio signor. Are you so eager to be rid of us already now that we're no longer small and cute?

[He shrugged, a delicate movement.]

Have you given this talk to Al or Ciro yet?