That felt like an easy thing to ask of him and to hear it be said was like a lifetime of fulfillment finally delivered.
"Mi conoscete. Farei scoppiare una guerra, piuttosto che cambiare." "You know me. I'd rather wage war than change."
After all, why would he change? Better still why should he? He was perfect in the eyes of one of the few who mattered. The rest? They might as well have been cattle. And the whimsy of sheep warranted no consideration. To finally hear something so coveted brought on a surge of confidence that was practically intoxicating, and at least in the moment nothing else mattered. Anything and anyone else could afford to wait while he thoroughly savored this and more importantly sought to share it.
