[There's no need for him to dress it up or phrase it politely because yes technically Giovanni does belong to him, in a way, all the more so because of his bloodlines, his lofty position (even if it is a made up position). He accepts it down to the centre of him, knows it utterly, and yet the smile quickly dissipates from his face at the reminder, replaced with a blank empty smoothness. Was it an admonishment of sorts, to remind him of that? A warning against acting with anything less than perfect formality? He takes it as such, straightens, because the alternative seems too strange a thing. That this person requested a Dog without giving due consideration to the potential risks involved is surely an impossibility.
And so he's standing there straight and silent and stoic when the next part comes, the fractured mention of a certain name and yes, Rhys cuts it off before he finishes saying it, but there's enough there to send a jolt of recognition down his Spine something hot and dark welling up in him, a fast-burning hate. If Rhys is paying close attention, he might see it-- the subtle shift in his demeanour, the hardening of the angles of his face, something flinty about the eyes. Of all the people he had to bring up, why that one?
Carefully, his voice kept level and calm despite the slight hardness around it's edges, he repeats--]
You want to talk about Mr Marten.
[He won't call him Handsome Jack either, and no-one can make him. Or well, they probably could, but lucky for him no-one has ever insisted or corrected him.]
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And so he's standing there straight and silent and stoic when the next part comes, the fractured mention of a certain name and yes, Rhys cuts it off before he finishes saying it, but there's enough there to send a jolt of recognition down his Spine something hot and dark welling up in him, a fast-burning hate. If Rhys is paying close attention, he might see it-- the subtle shift in his demeanour, the hardening of the angles of his face, something flinty about the eyes. Of all the people he had to bring up, why that one?
Carefully, his voice kept level and calm despite the slight hardness around it's edges, he repeats--]
You want to talk about Mr Marten.
[He won't call him Handsome Jack either, and no-one can make him. Or well, they probably could, but lucky for him no-one has ever insisted or corrected him.]