He couldn't help it - he was still grinning, even as the tie hit him square in the face.

"Fine, let's go," Adamo gave in, stuffing the tie in his face (it was one of his nice silk ones, after all) and headed towards the stairs. The stair well was incredibly less glorious than the hotel. It was made up of simple cement floor, metal rails and depressing blue lighting. This looked more like the urban assassin setting the two were so used to - so much easier to climb around in. Adamo supposed he was just more flexible with his surroundings than Vico.

"So, your scar," Adamo said suddenly, speaking quietly so his voice would not echo up the stairs. "Did you really get it in an accident on a set?"