“Here kitty, don’t hiss at her Fiona!, come on sweet girl” he tries to coax the cat, shaking treats, the cat hissing at your feet, you sigh deeply, your father had just informed you the day before of the fact you’d be forced to train this guy, now he has you up at 6 am with instructions to “help him unpack” it’s pure bullshit in your mind

(You are the heir to the Italian mafia, he is the heir to the French mafia, he’s soft, he doesn’t have any interest in the family business)