"No, I can guess that he's pretty huge, I don't think anyone would cross him," a hesitation- because talking about Quirin always brings a small, sad ache to his soul. "My...my dad is like that. Really big, I mean. Protective. I'm glad you have Massimo around."

That there's someone there willing to protect them against scum like Ercole. Still. Talking about Alberto is a pretty cheery topic and he manages a bigger smile.

"I sure did. He's pretty cool, huh? I can see why you...admire him so much."