Once Sophia made the remark about those being doomed to relive past mistakes, when they did not learn from them, he nodded his head in concurrence, his demeanor gone almost a bit somber:<br/><br/>"Yes.  Yes, exactly, my dear...it is so.   And, for someone my age, there isn't the luxury for it.   I<br/>have all but run out of time to...learn certain lessons.  And to act upon them. This I am rather resolved to do."   He gazed appraisingly at Sophia for a moment, his slate-blue eyes kindly.<br/><br/>And then his eyes flicked toward Dean.  "Well, now, Mr. Reigns, isn't it?    I hope you too are enjoying this little trip.  Tell me a bit about yourself, if you would.   What sorts of things interest you?   What are your plans for the future?"    The entrepreneur's tone was friendly, his interest genuine seeming.<br/><br/>Enjoying her salad, Anna could barely restrain a derisive snort:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yes! Let's see, interests...  watching football, getting drunk and high, pulling the wings off flies, and getting jiggy with Sophia.  Not necessarily in that order.   And...plans for the future?    Did you say....*plans*, Mr. Tuono? *Plans*?  Oh, this should be good...</span>