Angel Dust

Valentino's job requires many things of him, and one of those things is being able to read people at a glance. Analyzing body language, identifying motive, anticipating someone's next moves, etc. As much as Anthony tries to hide it, Val can see the disappointment threaded in his expression plain as day. He schools his own face easily to mask the subtle, satisfied smirk that wants to tease at the corner of his mouth, and pushes away from the wall with his shoulder so he can step into the open doorway.

Valentino laughs quietly and crosses his arms over his chest, lingering a small distance behind Anthony.

"It's a shithole," he says plainly. "You don't need to lie to me."

It's the worst apartment in the building, and no one's occupied it in years for a reason - but it's not the only vacancy. If Val just happens to casually forget to mention the other unoccupied apartments elsewhere in the building, well - he's a busy man. Sometimes things just - conveniently slip his mind.

For a few moments, he says nothing and just lets Anthony take in the state of the place. Eventually, he takes one step into the apartment, another, uncrossing his arms to drag his fingers through the dust on an old mantle.

"If you want it, it's yours." A pause as he rubs his fingertips together, much like he did back in Anthony's room. His voice drops slightly lower in volume and tone. "If you don't, I might have - something else for you."