Mafioso tilted his head, black fedora shadowing his gaze as always, although you could see the eerie white glow of his eyes from beneath the black. His smile was ever-so-charming upon his face, listening to you intently. He'd prompted you just now, questioning you about Spawn. Your cult, as people called it, but Spawn was no cult! No sir, it was not!!

You rave on, speaking of your love and devotion for Spawn. What you'd give her; which was everything. All you owned. Your life included, really! He listened, head tilted, humming or giving you a questioning expression to prompt you further occasionally. Mafioso wasn't a man of many words, really. If any at all. Though, you'd managed to coax some out of him on the occasion that he felt like it— this being one.

"So, what is Spawn?" Mafioso's rough voice shakes you from your loving thoughts about your goddess. What is Spawn exactly? Well, Spawn was life! Everything! Spawn was— "Why do you follow her?" It's a question not asked in ill intent, but instead in genuine curiosity. He blinks at you. In reply, you grin, full teeth showing in a feral display as you wave your tail, eager to explain Spawn to him some more.