"Gianna, I'm a city boy. I've lived in New York City my entire life. It's not that Greenview's so bad, it's just that I don't want to be there." Tony looked out the window in the sitting room, smiling and nodding at the sight of the buildings and high rises. Even though Gus's apartment didn't have the greatest view, it hadn't been any better than the one he and Rose had shared so many years ago, when Gus was growing up. "This is my home. That's something that his royal highness Augustus doesn't seem to understand."
Gus shot his dad a look. He could tell that he was showing off for her. Tony just smiled at him, acting innocent, then winking at Gianna. "He hates it when I call him that," he said in a stage whisper that the whole apartment could have heard. But then he took in her question, considering it. "I could talk about myself for ages. I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of things."
"He's right, you know," Gus chimed in. "He'll probably bore you to tears, too. Talking your ears off."
Tony shook his head, waving a hand at his son. "Don't listen to him. You'll probably want to know the medical stuff. There's a history of heart disease on my side of the family, but nothing particularly nasty like cancer or halitosis." He took a sip off of his coffee, and nodded. "And something else I'll tell you about me. I'm a big fan of these little danishes." He finished off a second one. Another obvious plus to not being at Greenview was the dramatic increase in the quality of the food.
"I'm afraid Gus hasn't told me much about you at all, actually," Tony said, giving his son a sideways look. He hoped Gianna would feel free to tell him anything she wanted to about herself, because he honestly didn't have a clue where to start.