When the young man came in with two servings of lasagna, Losa had already fallen asleep against the chair back.
"Sorry."
Lavinia said apologetically, "He's too tired."
The young man, somewhat flattered, waved his hand, "You're too kind. This gentleman must be the Flaming Demon Wolf of the Saluzzo Family, right? I've heard that even the centurions of the Sassari Family can't withstand a single round with him. He's really amazing!"
"Flaming Demon Wolf... Is that the nickname you gave him?"
"I don't know who came up with it; that's just what everyone says."
"Well, it doesn't sound too bad."
Lavinia smiled, took her coat off, and accepted the fork handed to her, "Thank you for the meal. It's a shame Losa can't enjoy it, so I'll have to finish these two servings myself."
The lasagna was delicious, and Lavinia quickly polished it off.
