[ Vanozza's response doesn't go unnoticed, though he says nothing regardless, letting the silence linger to weigh on them all with some sadistic glee. The tension doesn't bother him. Rather he revels in it, that devilish smirk still fixed on his face. It might feel like forever until he breaks the silence with a soft thud of his glass set against the table. ]
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The eldest son. Surely.