[He watches as the attempt to lie unravels, gives way to slumping shoulders and an admittance of the truth. And it is the truth, he thinks, as this exchange continues. This man really does just want him to complain about Jack because he, himself, will get something out of venting.

And Rhys is right, after all. He is Kendry, and as such Giovanni observes him carefully for a further few moments before finally he shrugs. He's blood of the Nine, and if he wants something from him, even something as strange and obscure as this, then really it's Giovanni's duty to give it to him. He knows to whom he belongs.]

All right.

[He takes a breath, tilts his head, considering what to say. He doesn't want to allow anything personal to bleed over into this, to give too much of himself away, but there are things that can be said about Jack without straying into that territory.]

He's obnoxious and smug and self-satisfied. I can't stand him. Every time he opens his mouth I think about how much fun it'd be to smash his head through a wall.

[Too much?]