"Well, I mean... you are, but it might be a lot to take in... that's what she said, phrasing, all of that,"
he shrugged. Also, he's not too sure himself how Johnny would take it but he might as well come clean because it looked like the other man is. I mean, right now he's not speaking to him in his phony Italian accent. Like, it's there, but maybe smoother than it had been. "I'm not a hunter. Or whatever I said."
Taxidermist, I want to say? Lmao. He reached for his bag/pillow that he's still surprised he hasn't gone through. "The last time I came back and I got defensive over this is because..."
he pulls out the brick of cash still in there. "... its filled with this, alright? I'm part of a royal family that used to govern Sicily. Technically, I'm a prince, and technically the government in exil--I'm just kidding."
He's laughing, not maniacally, but almost. "... I just got back from South America and silenced a bunch of protesters for a man who wanted to open a resort. I kill for a living, man. And you're kicking me out? Don't you know I will hurt you?"
I guess up until this point he'd been joking, but now he's just hurt. Just lay your purse out on the table, Gian, I know.