[If it helps any, one of his legs is propped up against the nearest arm rest and the other leg is stretched out over the back of the chairs. Even when sprawled out, there's still a level of flair there. Or maybe it just looks awkward now.

At the sound of Luca's voice, he does his best to force a smile and slides the scarf off his eyes.]

You know what they say, baby. What goes up must come down and the higher they fly, the harder they fall. [Okay, that's not entirely how that saying goes, but it beats his other personal proverbs like "if someone's in your way, throw 'em in the slammer".]

Besiiides, I like to think I always look good.