What Do You Mean We're Actually Dating?

"Well, don't get me hard, stupid." He replied, crossing his arms. "But, I suppose everything else is fine. I'll wear a suit tonight, then. I'm most comfortable in them, anyway."

"But if I did, I would fix it," he insisted, nuzzling him affectionately. "I have a heart."

"No, not until tonight." He insisted, kissing him on the top of the head. "Then we can go for as long as you'd like."

"Two days from now," he said with a straight face.

"...that's not funny."

He kissed Draza passionately on the lips.

"Of course it is. All of my jokes are funny--I am funniest soldato in the crew." Once again, his face was serious as he spoke.

"Tell me your best joke, then." He challenged, smiling. This was going to be fun.

He glanced out the window.

"What do you call a person that makes fun of the blind in my presence? Dead. That one always makes them laugh."

Draza laughed, but not because the joke was funny, but because it conjured up the image of a bunch of scary looking Italian men laughing nervously in Cesario's presence.

"Wow, I underestimated you. You're hilarious." He teased good-naturedly, kissing Cesario on the cheek.

He kissed Draza back fondly.

"Do not make a habit of it--those who underestimate me are frequently found dismembered."

"That sounds rather unpleasant." He replied simply. "Where are we going next, anyway?"

"Where would you like to go?" he asked. "It depends on what you wish to buy."

"Well, I'd like a really nice blouse for my suit, and I need new slacks and a vest, too. Suit jackets aren't really mt thing, though. I prefer to not wear them. But, I never go shopping for suits, so...I don't know where to go." He blushed slightly. "I don't have nearly enough money to shop for suits."

Cesario said something to his driver in Italian, and the car made a sharp left turn.

"We will buy you something nice, then," he said, kissing Draza on he neck and face. "You deserve to look good, tesoro mio. Not that you are not already the most beautiful person I know."

"You should teach me Italian sometime!" Draza said suddenly. "I could teach you Russian."

"Nonsense. If I teach you Italian, you will know what I am saying."

"Well, that's the point." He replied, laughing. "Fine, maybe I'll teach myself Italian~"

"If you do, you lose deniability in the presence of the mafia, which is unwise when you are not part of the family," he said seriously. "Do it when you are legally an Amoretto."

He sighed.

"Sometimes dating someone in the mafia is no fun at all." He lamented teasingly. "You're lucky you're cute and have pretty eyes."

He kissed Draza all along his arm, finishing with his lips.

"Tesoro mio, do not say that. I will teach you Italian when you are a family member, but there rules for now. Let me spoil you in other ways, eh? For example, buying you new clothes. I enjoy it, you enjoy it." He kissed him again.

"Do not feel neglected, or you will break my heart." The words sounded odd coming from Cesario, but they were said without irony.

He laughed, kissing Cesario on the lips again.

"Don't worry about me, I was just teasing you, silly." He replied sweetly.

He kissed him back, twice.

"Buono," he said fondly. "...Are you sure I can touch you no more? You are no fun, Dragovic--where is your need to risk-take?"

"I just don't want to bother with it right now." He shrugged slightly. "I already promised you we could do it tonight. Are you really that impatient?"

He shrugged, adjusting his glasses.

"Why not? It is not a matter of patience, it is because I want to."

"Yes, and I don't want to." He replied simply. "If that's your reason, then that's my reason."