It doesn't really matter, not here, whether or not people know what he did. He's already come to that conclusion. He could tell anyone, everyone, and nobody would really care. Nobody cares about anyone else in this place. But there's a difference between telling someone that he killed his brother, and what Ducky knows. Ducky, as far as he can tell, saw it. The whole thing. Ludo and Alastor. It feels like an invasion of privacy.
"I wanna know what you're gonna do with this information. What you have on me."
It hasn't occurred to him that he's talking about this like she's blackmailing him.
"What's there to do with it?" She shrugs, taking a seat at the bar so he's not towering over her quite so much. Everyone towers over her, though, that's the 'joy' of being five-feet-flat.
"I'm not about to share it with anyone. It's l'azienda di famiglia, and not relevant here besides."
When she switches to Italian, it may become obvious that's actually her mother tongue, even though she's been speaking English quite fluently up until now.
Angelo's reasonably fluent in Italian, though his accent leaves a little to be desired. But he wouldn't have to be fluent to know what l'azienda di famiglia is, and his eyes narrow a little as he's looking at her now.
He can't help the irritation at the back of his mind, that she called this whole thing irrelevant. Who is she to dismiss any of this? But he bites back his anger, an enormous feat. "Might not be relevant but it's private. And I don't like that you know."
"And you could make me forget, as you've said." But he hasn't yet. Her eyebrow lifts slightly. "I'm not planning on trying to use anything I know against you, Angelo. And given this, there's no reason for me to talk to you in the future. We're clearly not going to get along."
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It doesn't really matter, not here, whether or not people know what he did. He's already come to that conclusion. He could tell anyone, everyone, and nobody would really care. Nobody cares about anyone else in this place. But there's a difference between telling someone that he killed his brother, and what Ducky knows. Ducky, as far as he can tell, saw it. The whole thing. Ludo and Alastor. It feels like an invasion of privacy.
"I wanna know what you're gonna do with this information. What you have on me."
It hasn't occurred to him that he's talking about this like she's blackmailing him.
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"I'm not about to share it with anyone. It's l'azienda di famiglia, and not relevant here besides."
When she switches to Italian, it may become obvious that's actually her mother tongue, even though she's been speaking English quite fluently up until now.
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He can't help the irritation at the back of his mind, that she called this whole thing irrelevant. Who is she to dismiss any of this? But he bites back his anger, an enormous feat. "Might not be relevant but it's private. And I don't like that you know."
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