Well, if I take you out for a walk around town, Al might get jealous.

[A playful jab; Al would give up just about anything for Faustino if it was asked of him. Jealousy isn’t much of a factor. Matching his long stride to his charge’s, Lancia fondly lets his hand rest along his shoulder.]

Besides, it’s the only thing I can offer you that no one else can. I know if you want to, I don’t know, go dancing for a night on the town, then you of all people could find just about anyone.

[And there are other things, too, but… that feels more than a little inappropriate to say around his young charges.]