"Enough? You didn't tell me much." He chuckled. "Ah... la mia vita ... (my life...)" He thought about what to say. "Mmm Si... Not many would. What I wear is... special. It belonged to my father..." He looked away. "Sadly my story isn't very happy." He looked back at her. "And perhaps one day I will tell you but for now your going to have to suffer with not knowing." He smirked. "Consitering you yourself would not tell me about yourself."