You better not think I was actually worried, Abbacchio. I meant what I said.

[ He'd like to see them try! Frankly, he doesn't give a rat's ass what the police try to do. When he was a kid - when it all started - he saw them as an ineffective nuisance, and growing up inside Passione has only made his opinion deteriorate further; he maintains an attitude of casual, rebellious disdain towards them, even now. One of the reasons Abbacchio stood out to him originally was that Bucciarati had been surprised to see a good man get spit out by the system intact - albeit barely - rather than ground into cynical self-serving dust in its gears. ]

In any case, there's no need for you to buy. I'm not so helpless. [ he watches Abbacchio's tail do that little flick and wonders if it's on purpose (probably not) before turning his big furry head back out the door and beginning to move carefully down the hallway. ] You're stressed, aren't you? I can treat you. At the very least, let's split the cost.

[ a pause as he considers something; distantly amused: ]

I'll warn you that I haven't tested how much I can drink like this, so think carefully before agreeing to that.