[ Alberto wants to shoot a look at that granted title at first, but after a beat, he does crack a smirk. He said he'd be Sofia's dad, after all. He sets off toward the market street, determination in his eyes, his dander up. ]

If your giant cat tries to chase mia Sofia, you better fight him off more than you tried with the fish, got it? She can fight but she's little, a bambina, okay?

[ He speaks with so much chutzpah for someone who's enlisting help, really... ]