"Because you know that I'm a vacation in a package here. If I went to the Bahamas and mellowed out any more, people would start to wonder about me," Sonny says with a smirk of his own before he rolls his eyes, smirk widening. "Look if you want to frighten children with that image, don't let me be the one to stop you."

It would only frighten children because he would be glaring and looking at it with hate. They would worry that he had eaten Mickey Mouse or something. It would be very traumatic for them!

It's best that she doesn't mention it as Sonny would not know how to respond when people call him out on the giving a shit thing. Yeah, he does, and yeah, he's better at showing that than he was before half his family died, but it's... not something he admits to easily.

"Well, knowing you and your persuasive tactics, you might actually get somewhere with that one, but I personally feel you should leave the expletives in," Sonny says though he is never on a shortage of those himself so he may be bias. "It's what makes it fuckin' poetry."

The look on her face almost makes him laugh. He likes that she's not all believing in the first fucking object that she sees. There's plenty of people who would believe every word that he would say and then there are those who need to see shit like that to believe it or to trust it. The latter serves people better. "You'll find I have a lot of those," Sonny says, and then he starts walking toward the building. "It's why they put me in charge."

Uh, he put himself in charge but ya know.

Sonny glances at her and half smirks, half grimaces. "Yeah, I love hearing the What is this about? Well, I heard a noise sounded like a cat run around bull shit. It's my favorite thing." Long, half annoyed sigh inserted here. "I get enough social interaction at the bar, but sometimes... this shit is necessary."