"You know we have a knack for languages," Barty said dismissively, more focused on actually watching Giac interact with the world. Which, apparently, meant walking off with Edward toward the men that were gambling, where he was greeted with laughter, cheers and a bottle of beer. Oh, damn. He turned to look at Sam and shrugged. "We're identical twins. It makes sense that he's good at languages."

He felt it did. "He's always liked Italian." They often used it. Well. He'd used it, but he knew Giacomo. He looked at Jonathan now, raising his eyebrows. "Your boy better not get my brother into trouble."