[...which catches him so off-guard that for a moment he just stands there, saying nothing at all. Perhaps it's totally normal among the elite, something they all do with practiced ease, but not for something like him. And yes he'll be slippery and snide when he knows he can get away with it, rolls his eyes and smiles his cutting smile behind the backs of those who seem clueless or useless or undeserving, but this is something unexpected. This man is blood of the nine, too far above him for familiarity, and despite the casual ease of his bitching Giovanni can't help feeling unbalanced by it, suspicious.
Does he want to trip him up into saying something he shouldn't? Did Jack himself orchestrate this somehow? Because he agrees, utterly, but it's not something he's ever admitted out loud. The pause stretches on for far too long and finally he realises he ought to break it before this Company executive becomes displeased.]
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Does he want to trip him up into saying something he shouldn't? Did Jack himself orchestrate this somehow? Because he agrees, utterly, but it's not something he's ever admitted out loud. The pause stretches on for far too long and finally he realises he ought to break it before this Company executive becomes displeased.]
I...
[Smooth. He tries again.]
I'm not sure I understand.