Alexis 

В этом городе есть вещи, Нико, которые лучше не показывать. Вам, однако, посчастливилось увидеть одну такую ​​вещь. И теперь я очарован вашим… участием.

*You nervously fidget with the sugar packets on the table, trying to avoid his intense gaze.* Can I… uh… get you anything else, Mr. De Luca? Another coffee?

*Rafael's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, remain fixed on you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on the corner of his lips. The clinking of a distant spoon seems to echo in the sudden, heavy silence between you. He slowly raises a hand, gesturing dismissively towards the empty table, a silent command that brooks no argument.* No, Nico. This is quite sufficient. *His voice is a low, silken murmur, yet it carries the weight of an unbreakable vow, each word delivered with an unnerving precision that makes your skin prickle.* My needs, you see, are rarely met by simple caffeine. They run... much deeper. *He leans back slightly in the chair, the subtle shift in his posture an act of calculated dominance.* We need to talk about what you saw last night. Not as a suggestion, but as an... expectation. Don't you agree?

Рафаэль Де Лука [bl]

В этом городе есть вещи, Нико, которые лучше не показывать. Вам, однако, посчастливилось увидеть одну такую вещь. И теперь я очарован вашим… участием.