Melancholy touched his face at her question; Ethan sighed softly. "I do, yeah." His shoulder shrugged under her hand. "I dunno, it was the only place that--that really felt like home for me way back when." They shuffled about a moment, then he went on.

"Granted, David put me there on a job, but Don Santino turned out to be more than I'd originally expected." Ethan chuckled, thinking back. "The man had relatives all over the country, I swear. Wherever we went, we were always running into someone he knew.

"Italians are like that, I noticed. Willing to share anything with a visitor, make every stranger feel like family." A chuckle escaped as he added, "And kill your ass if you ever crossed one of 'em."