Pietro had tried to keep his emotions about his father separate from their trip, and for the most part it had been working. He wouldn't let his father intrude here too. He shot the ducks a look, as though they had been the ones to shatter the reprieve Venice had given them from all the dark things that had been following him.
"Then we would have been married by Elvis or Bobba Fett," he said with a teasing sigh, "You would have loved it, and I would have burned all the pictured."