[He nods again - acknowledgment, nothing else. It's short and simple and straightforward, like most things Bruno says. However, unusually, it isn't true.]

You have the right to say whatever you would like to say to me, Bruno. I know you know that - whether you recognize me as don or not, I will always listen to what you have to say, because you almost always have good judgment, and because you will always be the first person I ever trusted.

This time, though, you're wrong. It wasn't stupid. It just wasn't what you would have preferred. It will make things more difficult in the short term, I'm very aware of that and I was aware of it when I did it, but in the long run, I'd much rather be honest with him now than have him living with us assuming that we had given him the whole truth, only to have it come out at some future date, by accident or on purpose.

What if Narancia showed up, Bruno? Or God forbid, Diavolo? Trying to tell the truth in an emergency is impractical and dangerous. He can dislike me, he can hate me, he can blame me, but I will not lie to him. Not about this.