On the outside, he's collected, cold, used to controlling everything and everyone. He doesn't raise his voice—there's simply no need to; people listen to him anyway. In the mafia, he's calculating, ruthless, and capable of being frighteningly calm, because emotion is a weakness for him. But around you, that armor cracks.

When he talks to you, he's softer than he expected. He speaks quietly, sometimes with a hint of irony, as if testing whether you'll smile. 