[It was hilarious to Faustino in a way how much scorn and disapproval the other boy could put into his voice without raising it or changing the tone at all. In the same way he could make Al heel without having to yell, Faustino could tell he was going to be properly lectured by the time this was over. If he were a decent person, he would apologize for putting Ciro and Al what he had, but no matter where they were or how many time had passed, Faustino couldn't claim he would ever become such a creature. So instead he met Ciro's gaze with an amused one, canting his head to the side.]

It sounds like fun. Getting to see Lancia in action is no terrible reward. [And, before he could be met more fully with that scorn, he added:] I'll have you meet M.M. next time we're in the area. You might like her.

[It was always difficult to gauge with Ciro. All he had to do with Al was say that he liked a person and Al would follow suit. Ciro was far slower to warm up, and while he tended to trust Faustino's judgement, he had more complex issues at play than Al or perhaps even Faustino in that regard.

The question was rather direct for Ciro, and a small chuckle escaped him regardless.]

Does it matter? Isn't it more important for me to say it'll never happen again?

[Because what was answering a question in a straight forward or honest manner. Or making promises in that respect.]