Lalo's eyes glitter. "Now you're talkin'! I like it!"
Whether his initial suggestion was sincere or not — which, honestly, who knows — he seems taken with Saul's upping the ante, even giving a Saul an enthusiastic finger point that's nothing at all like the ones Saul is known for.
Then he leans back in his chair, alllll the way back, rocking as the first two legs leave the ground entirely. He strokes his moustache thoughtfully, his energy quieter but no less foreboding. "For myself, I think I'd just go back to all the times I loved. You know? I wouldn't change anything. I'd just re-live it. Just like it was the first time."
This answer, at least, is probably more sincere than the first one. Lalo doesn't traffic in regrets. He does traffic in copious amounts of bullshit, though, so it's always impossible to verify his sincerity with foolproof accuracy.
He leans forward again. There's a faint clang as the metallic front legs of his chair collide suddenly with the concrete floor.
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Whether his initial suggestion was sincere or not — which, honestly, who knows — he seems taken with Saul's upping the ante, even giving a Saul an enthusiastic finger point that's nothing at all like the ones Saul is known for.
Then he leans back in his chair, alllll the way back, rocking as the first two legs leave the ground entirely. He strokes his moustache thoughtfully, his energy quieter but no less foreboding. "For myself, I think I'd just go back to all the times I loved. You know? I wouldn't change anything. I'd just re-live it. Just like it was the first time."
This answer, at least, is probably more sincere than the first one. Lalo doesn't traffic in regrets. He does traffic in copious amounts of bullshit, though, so it's always impossible to verify his sincerity with foolproof accuracy.
He leans forward again. There's a faint clang as the metallic front legs of his chair collide suddenly with the concrete floor.
"What about you? Hmmm? Where would you go, Saul?"
He sounds like he's trying not to laugh out loud.