Dunstan isn't a mind reader, nor is he an expert at all matters Giovanni Belfrey
, but he has a feeling the other man is feeling a little flustered. He smiles
, soft around the edges, and shakes his head. "Don't worry. No harm was done," Dunstan dismisses Giovanni's apology with a wave of his hand. "As you can see, you aren't exactly the only government official eager to get to his lunch," he adds, gesturing out to the mess of people moving up and down the hallway. "Hence why I should, ah, let you get to it, then," Dunstan doesn't want to say goodbye yet, per se, but he also doesn't want to foil the plans he'd half-planned out for lunch with his daughter. Decisions, decisions,
he thinks. Should he invite Giovanni? Or head with him somewhere else?