He smiled. Getting her a cat had been a good call. Though he did peer at the kitten's mouth to make sure he wasn't chewing on tentacle. He wasn't sure if Stephanie cleaned that up or not.

"São Paulo will definitely be different from New York. I had the mansion in the north part of the city made ready to be our honeymoon home. It'll give Sancho plenty of space to roam the halls while we're consummating being Mr. and Mrs. da Silva repeatedly." He waggled his eyebrows before getting heaps of food. He hadn't eaten much while waiting for the assassin to come. Now, he realized he was starving.