Fuck you, I called you handsome! And you stole from me, you little brat, don't act like it was the other way around!

[Ah. That's a lazy smile right there, which usually means Bruno's already tired. Well, it is midnight; he'd been surprised he'd been up at all. Soon, then, he'll bring them both back to bed, but not just yet. ]

I compared you to a knight, whereas you, you little bastard, wouldn't shut up with calling me nonno, so be grateful I'm not dumping you off my lap right here and now.