"You get letter?" Domonic says, his voice dropping roughly three octaves and settling much more comfortably into his real accent.

If Cesare meant to set up a trap, he sure invited some heavily armed people... Unless Cesare was among them. Or maybe this was [i]all[/i] a ploy to avert his suspicions. He suspected Cesare was the giant. The name, after all, evoked the image of an enormous Italian fellow in some sort of leadership position. His right hand remained on the knife in his pocket as his left lifted out harmlessly to remove his sunglasses and hang them off the neck of his shirt.

"And this is [i]not[/i] trap?" He adds, almost disappointed... Maybe he could throw them off by making them think they threw him off...