[Slowly, Giovanni tilts his head in a canine gesture of consideration, takes a moment to weigh up the pros and cons of taking the guy's head between his hands, snapping his neck with one smooth sideways motion. It'd only take a moment, and the bright beautiful sound it'd make is something he can almost (almost) hear, the vibrations of it, a tingle in wrists and eyeteeth, and he takes a breath to steady himself, excitement fluttering behind his ribs like butterflies with razorblade wings. It'd be satisfying, and it'd shut him up before he has the chance to come out with any more ridiculous lines.
There's a slight movement beyond Meliodas' shoulder, and from somewhere in the crowd Giovanni's Handler catches his eye, shakes his head. A small reminder that he ought to behave himself until he's needed. Giovanni rolls his eyes in turn, refocuses his attention on Meliodas' face. Smiles.]
Any sister of mine would eat you and your clientele for breakfast. Hahah.
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There's a slight movement beyond Meliodas' shoulder, and from somewhere in the crowd Giovanni's Handler catches his eye, shakes his head. A small reminder that he ought to behave himself until he's needed. Giovanni rolls his eyes in turn, refocuses his attention on Meliodas' face. Smiles.]
Any sister of mine would eat you and your clientele for breakfast. Hahah.