#Careful Roman Dwight might not be as harmless as you think!

[masquenoire]

Type Bingo || Accepting!

"Well now, ain't this a little surprise? Not a bad one, just didn't expect a soft little thing like you to want to send something in." Roman muses out loud, looking Dwight over. He looked at the other man with the intensity of a wolf that had just spotted a small rabbit hopping towards it, eyes dark with interest as he switched his gaze towards the form instead. He tutted. One row had been missed entirely, bingos scattered haphazardly here and there but the crime lord didn't seem annoyed, only amused Dwight had the nerve to actually do it, let alone hand it in. Not bad, not bad. He liked a mystery, especially when they weren't so squeamish that they couldn't handle some blood and guts or even foul language. Liking dogs only improved the other man in his eyes, that even though he was a timid little thing, Rocco and Dante might like him too and his busy schedule wouldn't even have to matter.

"Though I gotta admit, I'm curious about one little thing. This part right here," Roman continued, tapping a finger on the the part has killed. He cackled in amusement, leaning towards Dwight with a feral grin. "That's gotta be bullshit. Look at you! Come on, be real with me here - did you really put somebody six feet under? You can't put that down and not expect a guy to be curious. I wanna hear every last juicy detail..." he purred, wondering what other surprises Dwight had up his sleeve.