The man smirked at the boy's disrespect towards him, allowing it to flow perfectly for the news to come as he prepared for the announcement. Beforehand, he ran a brief inspection on the Ten Year Bazooka, making sure that it was really unloaded and nodding in approval. Holding it at his side, he tipped his hat in a thanks, though afterwards he bent over and spoke into Cyril's ear.

[b]"Cyril Leggieri, you and your aunt are being targeted by another Famiglia,"[/b] he quietly mumbled, his eyes staring into the hallway for a moment before he stood upright again. [b]"It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Leggieri."[/b]

[b]"I'm sorry,"[/b] Cyril's aunt stepped into the dining room again, seeing that the man was standing and blinking at the purple bazooka in his hand, giggling at the sight of an adult holding a 'toy for children'. [b]"Are you finished with your cup?"[/b]

The man turned to her, bowing with a smile underneath the shadow of his hat. [b]"Yes,"[/b] he answered, turning to Cyril and nodding before looking back at his aunt. [b]"In fact, I was just about to excuse myself. Thank you for your hospitality."[/b]

[b]"Oooh~"[/b] Cyril's aunt was taken aback by the sudden gesture of respect, a pink blush on her cheeks. She went to where he had sat and picked up his empty cup, smiling back at the man. [b]"There's no need for flattery. I'm just doing my job."[/b]

[b]"You're good at it,"[/b] The man casually flirted before he turned to the hallway, raising his other hand in a backwards wave goodbye. [b]"Ciao! Don't spoil young Leggieri, now. Wouldn't want them growing up this way."[/b] And with that, the man walked down the hall, and made his exit.