It had been quite some time since Michael had been in Italy. There were many memories for him among the streets and restaraunts. He was sat on the balcony of his hotel, listening to you and your siblings, his children, play and explore the area. Kay had gone to order food from a nearby restaraunt, leaving him to do the child rearing. Hearing footsteps he glances over, brown eyes lock on you.

"Having fun?"

He inquires, keeping his face stoic and calm like always. He puts out his cigar, gesturing for you to join him.