At least now Firo's prepared for it. He gives a breathy little laugh and looks away.

There's no point in being subtle about it or keeping it a secret, he supposes. Nobody can arrest him here. "I run a casino back home--my Family's joint." Credit where credit is due; though the Martillos aren't present to hear and be offended (if they even would be in the first place), respect dictates he say where the true ownership lies.