He laughed. "Oh, don't say such things, my head will get so big!" Holding his ice cream in one hand, he mimicked the swelling of his head with his other, a good-natured grin on his face.
The mention of his work struck an inner cord, but he remained composed. Diego was, after all, not new to this rodeo. He was an excellent liar, though he rarely told complete lies. Smiling, he bit off a bit of his cone. "I work in sales," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I travel for my work, and I meet clients to facilitate transactions. I am, really, a glorified talker." He laughed. "I know very little of the actual business world, I'm afraid!"