Sickeningly sweet is probably right. Squalo, on the other hand, is not. He snorts at the gesture and rolls his eyes.

"We're together. Yes. Technically married. Making love is not our favorite but we've done it." Better to just be blunt with it, since Squalo's going to pry about that part anyway. He's pretty sure he remembers the same Dodger, though that was so long ago now.

Squalo doesn't ask about Imelda. They had their jilted loves in common. He could say nothing, but it's partly because of that that he goes on, if quieter.

"I'll always love Imelda. And they know that. But she decided she didn't want me a long time ago and I've done nothing but hurt her since. Maybe it's selfish of me to try and be happy but... but I want to try. You know?"