[Well. If it's sass and snark and a cutting tongue that assures her of his underlying personality, if it's something that she likes to see, she'll be glad to find - in time - that he has plenty more where that came from. That he doesn't always slink and slide around the shape of things he doesn't want to overtly attend to. That he has, despite everything that he's done and has had done to him, a sense of humour.

But for the moment there's her sudden perking up, her gaze that catches his, and Giovanni can't quite discern the meaning of it. Cants his head in that disconcertingly canine gesture of his, one brow slightly raised, lips curled into the hint of an uncertain smile. And then the moment breaks, she turns away, leaving Giovanni to mentally shrug it off, his awareness switching to her words instead.]

Some caveats.

[He says it a little dryly, his words a smooth sardonic drawl, but he asks for no further clarifications. Not today. And as she turns back towards him finally he graces her with the upward tilt of his chin, a widening of his serrated smile.]

You're quite welcome. Should you require anything further, I trust that you'll be in contact. But for now, am I dismissed? I suppose that, whilst I'm here on the station, I have some other business I ought to attend to.

[By business what he really means is slinking around and skulking about beside Mother's pod, by Heine's. Assuring himself that they are here and well, and willing them to wake up >.>]