The assassin grunted under the pressure, stomach pressing into the bed, and his back uncomfortably being leaned on. When Vico was superior in something, he sure liked to flaunt it. Even if it was something trivial like not getting sea sick. Adamo tilted his head back with a glare.

"They are all good, rest assured," Adamo scoffed. "Some are just more... memorable than others. Maybe you are right and Madonna Ángelita will prove to be."