Twisting around quickly as the hot breath hit his neck Kilik stared at the man in front of him for a moment before rolling back several feet, increasing the difference between them again as his hands curling into fists instinctively at his sides. "You're that guy from the journals." He correctly identified his unexpected visitor, exhaling slowly to make sure his voice sounded steady and calm. "Giovanni."
Giving the other man a quick once over he had to admit though that if nothing else Giovanni had good taste where his clothes were concerned. Still the question he had asked implied he was not here to trade tips about how to properly starch your dress shirts. "Why do you want to know. Didn't I tell you I wasn't going to play your game?"