"Non, il n'est pas au sujet du chocolat." Fancy replied. She watched him intently as he loaded the camera equipment in the back of his truck. It was rare that Fancy didn't know what was going through a man's mind before he did. And she hated it.
War made things so complicated. She was used to consorting with all kinds of unscrupulous individuals in her line of work. It had never bothered her before, but it bothered her now. She didn't know what made Vito tick. Not in the way it mattered when you were trusting someone's life to it.
"I was hoping you could get me some good meat, from a cow not a horse." She continued on, stalling for lack of the right way to question someone's politics.