Notes: Ho, hum, here we go again. Just one more till Desmond, ahaha. Just beat Brotherhood, so we shall see where this goes...
His daughter is more of a thief than a true assassin, and she seems to attract more trouble than she's worth half the time. But at the same time, she's still his daughter so he supposes much of those attributes can be traced (blamed) back to him.
So he stares at Christoph Miles, and Miles stares back, undaunted by the unspoken threats that dance in his eyes. He doesn't particularly like Miles but that's more because Miles is interested in his daughter rather than anyone else's daughter.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." He knows the words before Miles speaks.
"No, you're not." He responds coolly.
"Yes, I am. I'm only telling you so it won't be a surprise when I do." Miles smiles back at him, and for once it's not a strained, painful looking thing. It seems silly to argue when they could die at any moment, when each second could be their last and they should take their chance at happiness when it slips by. He changes the subject.
"Do you honestly believe you can keep up with her?"
"I think I can pace myself pretty well."
He doesn't fight back particularly hard, because she likes him and he's probably the best choice where they've been stationed at this farm, and he's generally just an all around okay guy and in the end maybe it's time to let her go, because this was what he wanted, this was the reason for starting all of this, right?
"Take care of her. I'll be watching."
Christoph's smile is unlike her's in that it reaches his eyes, and La Volpe decides that perhaps it won't be so bad.
He breathes, and lets her go.