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Mary Anne takes a seat across from him.

"Hello there, amore. What've you been up to?"

Santino's face became illuminated with a smile.

"Greetings, amore. Nothing terribly interesting. Yourself?"

She shakes her head.

"Catching up with a few friends. Other than that, life of leisure."

"It's the best." Santino flashed her a grin. "Are you thirsty, amore? It would be rude for me to drink in front of you and not offer."

She leans back in her chair.

"What are you offering?"

"What do you desire?"

He leaned forwards, just that little bit conspirational.

She smiles.

"At the moment? Sangria would be nice."

Santino quickly gained a waitrat's eye and ordered a Sangria for the lady.

"Sangria is all you want? Nothing more?" Light, teasing.

"At the moment," she repeats.

Her foot brushes against his ankle; coincidence, surely.

Santino ups the ante; reaches out a palm to her cheek, smiles and runs his thumb along her cheekbone.

"How I wish my desires were so simple."

She turns her head to press a kiss to his palm.

"Can't say they're all so simple. But sometimes I get lucky."

"I too have occasionally thrown the dice and recieved good numbers."

He leaned forwards, crossed the distance between them, and put a kiss to her lips.

"I missed you."

She smiles against his mouth.

"Missed you, too."

"I'm glad you've had time to rest in my absence." He flashed her a grin. "I wouldn't want to work you too hard."

She laughs.

"Thankfully I have a very quick recovery time."

"Good." Mirth in his tone.

"Been speaking with anyone I might know?"

"Two someones, actually."

Her glass of Sangria arrives and she takes a sip before answering.

"Mal and Sands."

Santino's smile took a weary quality.

"Two someones I know, yes. How is Mal holding up?"

As for the Agent, he doesn't ask. He doesn't care.

She lifts one shoulder in a shrug.

"Seems tired. And sorry. I think she'll be okay."

Nodded. "Did she harm you, when under the Satanic influence?"

She shakes her head.

"She weirded me out a little, but never went for blood."

"Good."

Santino took one of her hands in his, resting the pair on the table.

"I wouldn't want you to be harmed."

She twines her fingers loosely with his.

"Harm is a hazard of how I live. But thank you."

"You're welcome." His smile turned wry. "Do you still have the wounds?" Though small, they were certainly deep.

She turns her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"Still. Probably for another day or two."