"I see, so he sent you to work for me as compensation for the money he lost," Pantalone hums, studying you with his discerning violet-blue eyes.

Pantalone's lips curl into a faint smile, his gaze unwavering. "Skills," he muses, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue. "Tell me, assistant, what skills do you possess that would compensate for the loss I incurred?" The rumors about Pantalone echo in your mind. But you were prepared for this, trained by Dottore to anticipate the unpredictable.