[And for his part, Giovanni seems in a good enough mood, anger and irritation never having entered into this for him. Just a game, and with preternatural grace he rises to his feet, swipes at his sodden clothes.
Once again, he extends a hand for her to take, should she desire some assistance getting to her feet.]
Giovanni thinks shooting would have been more fun...but maybe not his non-healing teammates...
Once again, he extends a hand for her to take, should she desire some assistance getting to her feet.]
It's settled, then.