...look over here. Move your hand. I can't see your face like that.

I can't see it very well due to the backlight. Show me your face, Diavolo.

No, stop! Don't look at me! Don't stare at me! Don't say my name!

Don't come any closer! Stay away!

Relax. I'm not gonna approach you.

Just show me your face already.

Are you really the boss of a gang?

That fear is genuine. It's not a mere act.

"A boss of a gang" and "being frightened"...

Those two things practically make you a walking contradiction.

I see. That's a shame. If you ever change your mind, come see me.

If you won't even show me your face, I don't really give a damn about you.

I'm gonna be blunt, you're about as threatening as a civvy kid, and I don't feel like working for someone like that. If you want your own personal assassin, find someone else.