[A sense of satisfaction licks at Caesar at how well Joseph likes his choice. It occurs to him that there are a thousand worse things in the world than the prospect of providing Joseph with meals that will make him so stupidly, simply happy. It wouldn't really be a loss at all. His pride would sting, but otherwise it would be no great hardship.]
[His lips twitch at Joseph's proclamation. To keep from smiling, he picks up his drink and throws half of it back; it burns in a pleasantly distracting way. When he sets his glass down, any trace of a smile is gone, replaced by a curious raised eyebrow.]
Tell me about your really great qualities, Jojo. Since you so obviously want to.
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[His lips twitch at Joseph's proclamation. To keep from smiling, he picks up his drink and throws half of it back; it burns in a pleasantly distracting way. When he sets his glass down, any trace of a smile is gone, replaced by a curious raised eyebrow.]
Tell me about your really great qualities, Jojo. Since you so obviously want to.