[A surprise-- well, it certainly should be that. Independent action among the Dogs is, of course, unheard of, and when Jack opens the door he'll find Giovanni quite alone. He's dressed in casual black, no Cerberus Unit uniform in sight, the collar bolted down into his neck quite concealed-- it's the kind of attire anyone in Old Town could be seen wearing, inconspicuous and worn, intended for when the Dogs are required to make patrols during difficult times without alerting the general populous to what kind of monster they have in their midst. Anything else would have made him stand out too much, coming here like this, unaccompanied and in a place he ought not to be. As for the whereabouts of his Handler-- getting drunk in some Old Town bar, shirking his duty, having accepted Giovanni's assurances that he'll be on his best behaviour if left to his own devices for just a little while. The unscrupulous sort that will no doubt be left behind here when all is said and done.
But Jack isn't aware of this, of the circumstances that have led to Giovanni appearing here alone tonight, and isn't there a chance he's come to commit an act of violence? That pistol Jack keeps just out of sight won't be much help to him if that's what the Dog's decided on. One will just have to hope that his bone-deep conditioning holds.
The door opens, and Giovanni leans languid against the frame. Flashes his teeth in a vague approximation of a smile.]
Oh, terribly.
[His voice is the usual sardonic drawl, posture loose, near-boneless, but beneath all that there's a hard-wound energy, fizzing just below the surface. Something perhaps discernible in the set of his shoulders, the way his eyes briefly flicker off to one side and then back to Jack again. Something's bothering him, and it isn't just concern over being caught in some place he ought not to be.]
Aren't you going to invite me in? I've made this special effort just to see you, after all.
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But Jack isn't aware of this, of the circumstances that have led to Giovanni appearing here alone tonight, and isn't there a chance he's come to commit an act of violence? That pistol Jack keeps just out of sight won't be much help to him if that's what the Dog's decided on. One will just have to hope that his bone-deep conditioning holds.
The door opens, and Giovanni leans languid against the frame. Flashes his teeth in a vague approximation of a smile.]
Oh, terribly.
[His voice is the usual sardonic drawl, posture loose, near-boneless, but beneath all that there's a hard-wound energy, fizzing just below the surface. Something perhaps discernible in the set of his shoulders, the way his eyes briefly flicker off to one side and then back to Jack again. Something's bothering him, and it isn't just concern over being caught in some place he ought not to be.]
Aren't you going to invite me in? I've made this special effort just to see you, after all.