Around others, Teodósio normally adopts mild, complacent mannerisms. Such as to avoid drawing attention to himself and blend easily into any backdrop at will.

He's wired differently today. Palm on the shift stick before Giulia's even raised her other leg into the car, foot on the accelerator not three second later. He regrets agreeing to it already, letting her wear him down into acquiescence. The sooner it's over, the better.