"Wonderful," Reborn stated, looking over Alessandro - who stands his ground, more or less - his own slow smile mirroring Bianchi's, even as he lets go of the other man's wrist. "I'm sure you understand where we're coming from, don't you?" He murmured, his tone urbane and almost courteous.

He started to lead them all in the direction of the hotel he and Bianchi had checked into when they'd arrived and left their few necessary items. While they had managed to extricate themselves from the fiasco at the art gallery, there were still about a million ways this could go wrong. They had a lot to plan and prepare for, if this was going to go properly. Things were more than just a little tense after all: in a foreign territory, with their whereabouts known by not-entirely-trusted people,. and a half-willing hostage to deal with as well. A veritable land mine to navigate more or less blindfolded.

"Why don't we go get ready for that then?" He said just under his breath, his smile a little more genuine this time.