Naples, huh.... [ where the camorra arose, he notes. and he understands; the mafia rules that's been familiarized with require someone of higher ranking than marco to introduce the both of them. ] That must have been some school you attended.

[ a curious school, too. he wonders if it involved many study abroad programs... regardless of this internal inquiry, marco's head cants slightly to the side, a sincerer smile lighting his face. ]

My father's from Sicily, while my mother's from Tokyo. [ another drink of cola as he contemplates elaborating. ah, well. ] They met at a fashion show, of all things.