( Well he's not going to go and choose pizza now when Vergil lists off a couple other choices that he clearly took the time to look into prior to his bringing them here. What a guy, that brother of his. He'd pinch his cheek at how sweet he's being if he wasn't so intent on getting something into his stomach. )
Well it's settled then. Sir. Your finest chicken wings for my brother and I, please.
( A tap to the bar counter, he nods his head, smile on his face. )
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Well it's settled then. Sir. Your finest chicken wings for my brother and I, please.
( A tap to the bar counter, he nods his head, smile on his face. )