he pondered her answer and answered with a leisurely shrug, it made sense to him - in fact he'd done it several times before he landed req's fortune that he'd scammed from his nephew. but he felt bad about that now, he'd changed - he'd lost someone special to him but he had gotten so fucked up he'd lost most of his memory of that person and he never spoke about it because it terrified him. his fingers trailed the curve of her waist to her hip, delicate and almost eerie in the ironic dead silence of the torrenting winds. he leaned his head against the side of the car lazily, comforted by the way the trees began to blur and the world slowly seemed to melt together as the THC in his system began flooding his mind with logistics and analyses. have you ever been to italy? it's an amazing place, i've got plants, lots of plants. he stifles a bit of drug induced laughter and corrects himself. i mean real plants though - it's a vineyard, absolutely gorgeous - real fucking ace.