[Giovanni doesn't even have the promise of a meaty paycheck to see him through the tedium of his event-- he's just a weapon, something owned, has no right to decline or complain and can expect neither joy nor praise for his work here tonight, there's no choice in the matter, not for him. But when one's very life has been defined by the absence of choice, there's nothing else to compare it with. One can't miss what one has never had.
So he thinks.
Instead there's only the dubious pleasure of a job done well keeping him from sliding sideways into mind-numbing boredom, the fact that he takes pride in having been brought here by his owner, evidence that she thinks him capable enough to get this right. Because it's a far cry from anything he knows, anything he ordinarily does, all the hard-packed violence in him kept in check, out of sight. Instead of the severe lines of his Cerberus Unit uniform he's dressed in style tonight, has been told he needs to blend in, and despite that it's different from anything he believes he's ever known, he seems right at home in his expensive new attire. Body languid and loose as he moves to slip past Hawke, shadowing Sui-Feng from the edges of the room.
He should move on without a word. He should. But he sees her checking her PDD and can smell the thrumming anxiety on her, and the opportunity to needle a killjoy is just too tempting not to take. When his voice comes as he draws level with her, its a sly, sardonic slide.]
Look sharp, now, will you? And here I thought you were meant to be on duty.
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So he thinks.
Instead there's only the dubious pleasure of a job done well keeping him from sliding sideways into mind-numbing boredom, the fact that he takes pride in having been brought here by his owner, evidence that she thinks him capable enough to get this right. Because it's a far cry from anything he knows, anything he ordinarily does, all the hard-packed violence in him kept in check, out of sight. Instead of the severe lines of his Cerberus Unit uniform he's dressed in style tonight, has been told he needs to blend in, and despite that it's different from anything he believes he's ever known, he seems right at home in his expensive new attire. Body languid and loose as he moves to slip past Hawke, shadowing Sui-Feng from the edges of the room.
He should move on without a word. He should. But he sees her checking her PDD and can smell the thrumming anxiety on her, and the opportunity to needle a killjoy is just too tempting not to take. When his voice comes as he draws level with her, its a sly, sardonic slide.]
Look sharp, now, will you? And here I thought you were meant to be on duty.