He'd protest but, for all the softness Sizhui is, he has a feeling that the younger man has a stubbornness streak through him. He rests some of his weight against Sizhui as they make their way to the bathroom. All of this will be cleaned up, discreetly, of course, as the owners of the hotel owe the Cassano family.

"I'll be fine," he insists. "This isn't my blood." There's a need to discern that.

He's bruised but the bullets didn't come anywhere near him.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I hope Luca was vaguely entertaining as company."