"Yeah?" Giovanni asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well I'm nineteen, so you might as well be a baby in comparison."

However, he was only really pretending to be annoyed, and casually slumped down to the floor to begin his meal. Thankfully not cold yet, despite how long he'd had to wait before he could actually [i]begin eating[/i].

Before he could really dig in though, he was interrupted by another accusation, which considering the kind of person he was beginning to suspect Na was, had an unexpectedly sharp tone to it.

"Jeez Cat, I thought we agreed you'd watch your language..." He drawled out, barely even pausing between bites. "Can't be saying things like 'hell' around kids as young as Imp here..."

"Eat a dick." Al said simply.

"I think I'll stick with the delicious dinner I made for you. Also language."

And then Joe turned back to Na, before pointing towards his own feet, covered only in makeshift rag creations.

"Maybe don't be so quick to judge, Cat. It's rude and immature. Not everyone's a millionaire who can afford things like [i]shoes[/i]..."

However, before Na or Al could follow up with anything, he continued, his expression turning a little more serious.

"But in al seriousness, I'm gonna go ahead and assume you've realised we're Italian by now. So you've surely realised we've been walking for [i]quite[/i] a while. He has no shoes for the same reason I don't, because we walked so long they fell apart on our feet. Those dirty socks you looked at before assuming I neglected him? They're [i]my[/i] socks. I just gave them to him so he wouldn't have to put up with shoddily made substitutes."

And then his expression turned lazy and dopey again, as he continued to eat.

"So you know, technically [i]I'm[/i] the one being neglected, giving him the comfortable stuff while I get trench foot. But don't worry too much about me, I know once we find whatever settlement the survivors off all this make, I'll be able to dump him somewhere nice and take a very well deserved rest!"

"Hey, has anyone ever told you you're kind of a cunt?" Al said, pretty pissed at the way Joe was talking. "You're gonna 'dump' him somewhere and piss off? Aren't you his big brother? Just who the hell do you think you are?"

"Funny you should ask that." Joe said. "I let me tell you just who the hell I am. I go by many names. The Wanderer, the Mountain King, the Winter General, Snake Eyes... But you, you brats can just call me Battousai."