Antonio looks up. "Mica!<em>Buona sera!</em>" He half-raises from his seat, takes her hand and plants a courtly kiss upon the back. "It is good to see you again. I hope that you are staying out of trouble?<br/><br/>"And I would love to buy you a drink later. Perhaps a decent Italian wine?" He looks back down at his own ale. "It appears that most of the best aperitifs here are imported. I mean, most of the American beers are like making love in a gondola." He smiles and winks, not needing to say the rest of that joke.