Vico leaned back, resting his elbows on Adamo's back as he looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Oh, was she not named Maria this time? Must have been very good, then." It was half bravado, though - Vico certainly wasn't the type to laud his conquests, and he could probably count them on one hand if it really came down to it. He was simply not blessed with the gift of flattery and ingratiation like Adamo, and his teasing stemmed not from experience, but simply from knowing Adamo well enough to pick on him. "Maybe the madonna this time will be just as good, if you are lucky."