"Which Italian mob is it?" Seraphina keeps recalling the people that approached her before the heart-wrenching incident between her and Dragon. Keeping his mouth tight-lipped, Seraphina continue her instigation.
"Palermo? Romano? Moretti? Who?"
For some reason, despite her intimidating aura, Wesley We let out a chuckle as if he found her guesses a no brainer and a mere joke. Squinting her eyes, she pulled the handgun clipped behind her then used it to guide Wesley's chin to meet her gaze.
"Funny? Well if I pull this trigger and blast your head to bits -- that is what I see funny." Seraphina scoffs with a lingering danger on her voice and tone.
"Miss, my apologies pfft-- I, I just you know, why would you burden yourself in these types of dangers?" Wesley held his laughter trying to speak his comments to the dauntless beauty holding a gun in front of him. He continued,
