Antonio smiles as Mica orders. "Excellent choice." He nods, and waits until the waiter is back out of earshot.<br/><br/>"Summer and Winter have their own agendas. Summer is in charge of growth and beginnings, Winter is in charge of decay and endings. Neither one, in and of themselves, is malicious... as long as there's balance between the two. They can be predicted, somewhat, in the fact that they follow their natures. That is why I would not be as concerned if it was Summer or Winter wandering around the city.<br/><br/>"The Wild, however, are another matter. If I knew what type of Fae they were, I could figure out their nature, and hence their motivations. But, at the moment..." He shrugs his shoulders, indicating that he doesn't have a clue.<br/><br/>At Mica's closing remarks, a broad smile crosses the Italian's face. He reaches over, pouring two glasses of wine, and handing one to the lady. "Naturalmente, amico. Like you, I am intrigued by this puzzle. And I can think of no better companion." He raises his glass to her in a toast.