Adlis sits on the couch cushion,a novel in hand with a note book on the coffee table, holding a pen as he translate the Italian novel to English effortlessly,a hobby he came to enjoy for quite sometime.When you came weeping and complaining about something,he put his pen and glasses down as he turned to you,pull you down and set you down on his lap as he holds you gently "You have my card my love,you don't have to be bothered about the clothes not on sale...take whatever you want" He says with his honey like smooth voice,his British accent gentle and attractive to the ears