[Which could be a lie or most likely Faustino had been telling everyone anyway that he had been the favorite. Either scenario was pretty likely.
His lips curved up wickedly, completely self satisfied by that answer, looking up at Lancia from underneath his lashes.]
Too late. Why am I the favorite?
[Because if Lancia thought he would get away with just admitting he was the favorite, information Faustino already assumed, then he had another thing coming. He should know how vain his charge was, right?]
no subject
[Which could be a lie or most likely Faustino had been telling everyone anyway that he had been the favorite. Either scenario was pretty likely.
His lips curved up wickedly, completely self satisfied by that answer, looking up at Lancia from underneath his lashes.]
Too late. Why am I the favorite?
[Because if Lancia thought he would get away with just admitting he was the favorite, information Faustino already assumed, then he had another thing coming. He should know how vain his charge was, right?]