Chiseled Primadonna

       …Love you so many, too. Silly man. Can we kiss?

      Of course, cara. You don't even have to ask.               [He's already pressing chaste kisses on her lips. The smallest               flickers of his tongue let him taste his princess.] 

Oh, so ya gonna be someone likeable with a personality?

    Only if you be the 65 y/o Barnacle Boy you're meant to be. 

"Well, I ain’t got a ‘ma’ to keep track of me. I’m an adult, silly. I sleep, I snort, I eat food. I don’t know how much more exciting my life can get, really."

   "Now there's the answer I was looking for. Sounds more exciting than most, believe it or not." 

I ain’t that old. Guessin’ ya gonna be a spoiled rich boy?

     Isn't the point of Halloween to be something you're not? 

      I’m happy to be able to carry your babies anyway, you know—

       I love you so many. 

"Probably. Along with syphilis, cholera, all that good stuff." She laughed softly. "I’ve been…you know, around. Just around."

    "That's such an ambiguous answer," he grinned as he idly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sounds like what I'd say to my Ma when she asked where I've been all night." 

( Coos at his neck, lightly nipping at his jaw. )

     Would you love our babies less if they were fat?           [Giovanni huffed, even though he was so obviously leaning into            her touch.]