"Molto triste... Per loro, haha!"

Chuck moved his fingers in a classic Italian gesture of perfection, and then put away the purple gems he had won in the recent confrontation; then he held his baton again, playing with it between his fingers.

"Oh? Scusami..." He said smiling, as he tilted his head slightly, leaning on his locomotive behind. "I hope you're here for a ride and not some kind of little mischief."