Gar couldn't help but grin at the mention of Izabela. Apparently, as usual, nothing was a secret on the Carnivale lot. He didn't care who knew what or who he was doing, he was openly a promiscuous lech. He would never offer information on his liaisons within the Carnivale however. That was to protect his partners and not himself. He had no reputation to protect as far as he was concerned.
"I am doing well, and readying myself for work tonight. If I have missed you sneaking around the Hootchie tent, I will have to pay more attention now, and give you a friendly toss if I think you are getting to cocky or comfortable there. They are all my ladies, and my responsibility to protect. I may not bed all of them, but I protect all of them like my own." he said in a voice that was low, and deadly serious. That was the one thing he never joked about. Protecting the girls of the Hootchie Tent. Realizing the conversation and his tone was becoming a bit intense, he turned back toward his plate and returned to eating with a vengeance.