"Of course she is," Sypher said with a wave of his hand. "No room for dogs in a place like this, is there? Men don't like to spend their money on eye sores. They like perfection. My Madalena, she's... Well, she's something else. She'd be a good start, and I gotta tell ya, son. I want to see this place do well."
A cigarette appeared in his hand and he puffed it, watching the other man. "Now tell me, do you have a family or anything yet?" he asked. Of course he knew the answer, but Tristan didn't have to know that.