[Again, that polite detachment in the face of the incomprehensible data, but he waits with studied patience for the parts that matter to come, the parts that hold most relevance to him. And that information does comes as Tieria allows the display to dissipate into blankness. Giovanni raises his chin, just slightly. Smiles his cutting smile.

25% chance-- not the best odds. He'd prefer something higher, something that holds more of a promise of a fight, but perhaps he'll get lucky. 25% is better than no chance at all. Ultimately, whatever the case, it's going to end in blood. That's what matters, ultimately. Unlike Tieria, then, he has no qualms about getting his hands dirty.

And that particular point-- it has him barking out a brief laugh.]

Oh, you'd be surprised what they'll pay for, when it comes down to it.

[Seeing as he receives no formal wage himself-- the Cerberus Unit, the Dogs, they're property, not employees in the traditional sense and as such there are certain things he need not concern himself with. Some days it seems like a pretty good deal. Others? Not so much.]

I can't make any promises regarding the mess, but I can assure you he'll be dead before the day is out. A fair trade off, I think.