[Poggio]

The tongue was a welcome reprieve from the greasy food until he heard the small gasp and the conversation that went on around him. His natural stoic face shrouded most of his emotions but his body language gave it away everything. “You fucking bastard.” His voice resonated with a growl. “You knew.” There was no inclination of the deep well of shame that resided with in him. He realized with a little color rising on his cheeks that he too had been bought like the young lady. Though the price was much different. “Don't laugh, she could have been that brat or some one else.” Galvin tugged at the arm around his waist pushing himself up.