[ He shouldn't be concerned that the boy he hands the money to looks as young as he does, not when he recalls what he was up to at around the same age, but the older that one gets the more worrying these kinds of things are. It doesn't sit well with him.

Very few things about this sit well with him, from Polnareff's disappearance to the spirit photograph of a stand that can use an arrow to create other stands to the fact that the Speedwagon Foundation itself seems to have been infiltrated by someone, trying to deter anyone from investigating either of those things.

The good news is that he can wear a suit well. ]

Am I right in thinking it would be a terrible insult to the chef to leave food on the plate? I probably shouldn't, if so. I never can manage to eat more than a few bites.

[ Which is true. And it's a shame, because the food does smell wonderful. He pulls his chair in and tucks his hair behind his ear before reaching for the glass of water rather than the wine. ]

I'm looking for a family friend - a frenchman. He was travelling through this area the last time I heard from him, and I havn't seen him since. I have photographs of him. Some of his jewellery. I'm not expecting miracles from you. But if you could look at them I'd be grateful. At the risk of being impolite to them, even that much would be far more than the police have been willing to do.

[ His Italian is near-perfect, give or take some awkward over-formality. Accented, but always correct. ]