Antonio is flattered, really, but Merlin's just not his type (...Does he have a type? IDK)
"Oh, I see how it is," Antonio laughed. "Tell the girl about a flying saint, and off she goes." He thought for a moment. "I'm not sure where he'd be, if he's even still about."
"Well you know I agree," Antonio said, lowering his own voice. "But then again, I'm biased. Lisbon and Padua are both my home, but I still love where I am."
The only people who really got close to him were the Americano-he was a hugger-and the people he taught. He wasn't sure what, exactly, to do with himself, so he decided to wait it out.
"Some days, it really seems that way," he agreed, taking a long drink of wine. "The other ones understand, it happens to them too, but there are days I wish I could just turn a few of them off."