Firo nods; he knows an unhappy rich brat, doesn't he? "Like Dallas?" He frowns; Dallas is fresh in his mind after the "kidnapping" and he doesn't like the reminder that he should be back home hunting down that no good bastard.

"Really?" Maiza certainly is different from the rough guys Firo saw growing up, but he never suspected that he came from a noble family. He doesn't stop to consider it too long, and pushes down the memories that try to surface. "It's kinda hard for me to picture you as anything other than a Camorrista."