[He's not wrong. There is some measure of surprise in such a thing, even for Giovanni himself. It's not like him to question the actions of his superiors. He tends to accept his orders with unfailing obedience, will go where they tell him and kill who they tell him like the loyal dog he was created to be, but this-- it's got into him somehow. Unsettles him. He'd like to know, just this once, what they intend to do with him. What they intend to do with Westerley.
He's tried asking his Handlers of course, but they've never been especially forthcoming outside of expected orders and as such had only bade him be silent there's a good dog, and so he'd obeyed as always, but hadn't been able to let it rest. So here he is. Asking questions. Undertaking independent action.
A dangerous thing, indeed.
Slowly, he lifts a brow, and though he doesn't increase the strength of his hold this time, his voice contains hidden daggers.]
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He's tried asking his Handlers of course, but they've never been especially forthcoming outside of expected orders and as such had only bade him be silent there's a good dog, and so he'd obeyed as always, but hadn't been able to let it rest. So here he is. Asking questions. Undertaking independent action.
A dangerous thing, indeed.
Slowly, he lifts a brow, and though he doesn't increase the strength of his hold this time, his voice contains hidden daggers.]
I'll need you to do better than that.