[a laugh, bright and child-like, befitting of his youthful face.]

My, my, do you speak of Spain? His kindness is genuine! A kind man, infinitely kind. [now that his bullet is used, he tosses his gun to the side and lazily reclines. even if Spain isn't looking at him, he can at least be good enough to try not to prod things too much. to rest, as asked, will have to come later.]

I thank you for this opportunity. There is much I must do before I die, but this brings me a step closer. [he hums, a gentle sound, and allows his smile to slip into something just barely containing the anger underlying his motives.]

Send Joshua my greetings.