Jester

"Of course, why else would I spend my time on two bickering children?" 

Polite and flattering, the time of combination that will get her far in life.  "Grazie, Bella." 

     He gives no response for he does not owe her any. Some nobles wanted her death and would pay a pretty penny for the dirty deed to be done. Who could resist a pretty penny even if the one offering them were a pig swathed in rich silks. Turning his gaze away from her, Dulcamara waits for the others to arrive with the materials to disguise her assassination as a accident. 

     What a sharp tongue she possess. With a bow he moves to allow her to pass but not without a comment. "What kind of fool would be I be if I do fool with the foolish?" 

There is a reason why he married her.      Her expression darkened like a oncoming storm, muttering under her breath about soon to be dead foster parents. Smoothing her expression while simultaneously handing the grocery to him. Taking the paid items without a single complaint, he waits for her next action. He need not wait long. Sinking until she was eye level with the teenager, she speaks.  "Are they taking proper care of you?" "Feeding you properly?"       Brown eyes darkening with the next question, she fails to keep the anger from her tone.  "Do they hurt you?"       Ah, yes. He remembered now. Her protective streak, it puts many to shame at the intensity of it. Arma looks up to him with a questioning gaze, her mind unable to comprehend what her mother was talking about. He gives her a reassuring smile.