[Fidgeting this way and that, touching his nose, touching the bottle of water he drinks from comes to a halt. What now, Peter? What's that? Don't believe in Roman's meanness? He snorts. It should be funny. Fuck should. It is. There's a shred of indignity. Godfrey by name gets him shit in reputation to be sure. The rest he has earned!

Roman leans and points to Peter, shaking that finger to scold him.]

Careful. If you wanna play mean, I might like it too much. Then you'll be really fucked.

[Hanging around wiseguys helps him poster better. Feeling satisfied, he leans back once more.]

Except I'd wreck a suit. I don't know if I'm allowed to get more than one at a time.

[Hopefully he is just as convinced there's that much care in cloth and stitching. It's disposable. These emotions that the bright eyed gypsy boy brings up in him are worth far more.]