Saviour.

"Matteo?" Kore asked," tell me love" she smiled as she stood up from her bed, dressed in simply her undergarments.

"I wanted to ask you about Luca..." he said gingerly.

"What about him?" she turned to the chair where her robe was.

"We told him that we would send him to America... with a fake passport" he reminded her," can I get that done?" he asked.

She stayed silent as she put on the red silk robe and tied it around her waist, incense burned through the room, a slight sheen of smoke surrounding them. Kore hummed to herself while Matteo waited patiently for her, knowing that rushing her would not yield good results.

"You are very merciful Matteo," she said as if telling it to herself rather than him, " prison has made you soft." 

He shut his eyes for a second, knowing that this wasn't going in a good direction," Kore..."

She turned to him, brow raised," You have something to say?" she asked.