Nicola's attention flicks back to Benedict. He takes a moment to stand there, silent, considering their expressions.

"Apparently not. I am sorry to have troubled you," he says.

He unfolds his arms from their formal rest behind his back and moves to continue on his way, but two steps in he stops and pivots back as if having just remembered:

"Chiaro Matelizi was my cousin — "

Not his first cousin. Or his second. But a cousin, somewhere in there.

" — and as you know, Señor Rutyer, he is also dead. I am busy this week, but... next Saturday?"