"Quite." He leans across the table, just a bit, just this side of decent. "Quite the tragedy. My saintly brother would have been allowed to continue his idiocies, and the Papal States would have fallen into the hands of nibbling, greedy little fucks." He beams conspiratorially at the coarseness.
"Eight years. Do you find things have changed much? I, for one, am grateful Providence has given you to Us." His smile is slow, a slow, lazy show of lashes and dimples.