leaning against a wall hands stuffed in his pockets. "You actually sent the shit a cake?" He snorts. "Way to be a push over." Really, he had nothing against Luciano. They were actually on great terms.
hums. "Will send, yes. As I send for every single one of my children during their day. Thing is, only he demands it." He smiles. "If you want a smoke, there's tobacco in the living room."