[ Rafa's eyebrows lift. This is strangely sweet and teasing. Janus had been very polite inside the store, and it hadn't led Rafa to think it would lead to this. He's pleased. ]

My kind? I presume by that you mean generous Sicilians. Small, generous Sicilians, apparently.

[ He corrects himself with a little smile, while curling closer to Janus. Their shoulder is at a height which welcomes Rafa's head, and while he doesn't quite get there yet, he's close to it. ]