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The submission shown by Dakarai appeased the Ceannasach. Though the Comhlachs didn't know that he was their true leader, as he deigned it to be so, Arturo was not afraid to enforce and display his displeasure at them. Towards the Family he offered tempered patience but Comhlachs didn't have that respect from him yet and the gangster was unafraid to play the role of cold, distanced enforcer. Dakarai's stance with Olive didn't give him any sort of advantage over the others. He would earn his place as Arturo expected all of them to or he wouldn't. It was just that simple.

Wayward lovers though they were, Arturo could not and would not see them as official so long as Dakarai remained a Comhlach. To those who held the associate rank he offered no favoritism, regardless of their connections. “Only you can decide that.” Arturo drew, the deep, smoky and accented timbre of his voice a simple conclusion. Dakarai knew what Arturo expected of him and what he chose to do with it was his own choice. Arturo had done his part by naming off what was expected and the task required to seal the deal of initiation into The Family. Though his posture remained rigid, regal but he made no moves of advance towards Dakarai, content with the distance between them. It was a silent way of communicating that should Dakarai wish he could rise from his lowered posture.

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