Gahetano nodded. He was tired: a little rest was what he was hoping for. Howewer, he tried not to sound too desperate for it:

[i]"It's pretty much settled then"[/i] the human declared heading towards Alfredo with a renewed cup of wine the man obviously needed. The servant, reluctantly, accepted the drink -since it was now being offered not so much by a guest than by another servant of his master- [i]"I suppose theres a room were we can rest without creating further inconvenience to our employer?."[/i]