[And Giovanni sees that gaze, the sizing up, misinterprets it the only way he knows how because the corporate world is lost on him, something far outside of his experience. Instead, where he's from, such a look can only really mean one thing, and quietly something fits and starts in him, turns over like a sleeping wolf prodded with a stick.

He smiles a little bigger, a little brighter, and slowly he closes the small distance between them, stops only when he's uncomfortably close. He doesn't try to puff himself up and seem bigger, doesn't need to in order to convey danger, convey threat. It's there in the sharpness of his teeth, his sudden proximity, the hard lines and angles of his body that seem - quite abruptly - to radiate concealed strength rather than lazy ease.]

And yet here you are, regardless. Edward's out, and I'm here...and from where I'm standing it seems as though you're asking to entertain me for a bit. I know a game we could play.