[Though dessert wasn't enough to mollify him, not by a long shot, Faustino could accept the change in conversation. This was why forming bonds with people was so unnecessary and frivolous. People died, there was no escaping that, and in the mafia it was an every day occurrence. Faustino had been to more funerals than he could count, in this lifetime and the others that had been foisted onto him, and while it had deadened him to the deaths of people who didn't matter, he knew with certainty that for the people he had come to care for... Well. He hoped that Lancia managed to live a long life and die peacefully in his old age surrounded by those he loved and cared for. Any other options would not be pretty.
He made a small face, fine with playing the part of a spoiled mentee for now, leaning back in his chair casually.]
What will you do when dessert isn't enough to satisfy me, I wonder?
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He made a small face, fine with playing the part of a spoiled mentee for now, leaning back in his chair casually.]
What will you do when dessert isn't enough to satisfy me, I wonder?