Ah, you're willing to put up with even that...You're a saint, Leone. An absolute saint. We'll just have to demand sex off each other twice a month, and I'm sure we can somehow live through that.

[This is Depressing Talk Time, apparently, but fuck if Avdol's going to keep the mood depressing. That just means that he has to up the couch snuggling game; we out here heads together, one hand on ya boy's knee, aw yeah.] And I think that somehow, you might be able to live with me being twice your age. If Bucciarati helps me across the street though, I'm going to throw him into a bin. I'm sorry, but it's happening.

I don't think I've met Bucciarati, though. You have so many friends, Leone! It's a lucky thing that I'm not Sanguis, else I'd get irrationally jealous, maybe.