[ The manic smile fades a little -- the corners of his smile droop as he has to talk about him. His good eye rolls in mild annoyance, mild irritation, but he supposes that Daud would be curious as to why he has the Mark. ]

Possibly? Who's to say? The few times that we've talked, I've shooed him off. [ His expression sours as he explains why, complete with rolling his eyes and waving his hand dismissively like one of Dunwall's rich dismissing a poorly-made meal. ] What use do I have for someone who sits outside of everything and observes? [ Stefano lets out a loud and suffering sigh. ] He is forever safe within his dreams and his Void. So he does not know anything of the art that I am creating. He does not know anything about living.

[ His shoulders lift and lower as he shrugs in a nonchalant way. ] But just this once he has proven somewhat worth knowing... he let me know who you are. [ And his face immediately brightens up as he takes yet another step closer. ] You're someone who lives in the here and the now. You don't live in a safe or careful way. You don't observe. You affect this world in a shower of blood, bone, and ruined flesh. [ Stefano looks up at Daud with great admiration. ]

I had heard of you before him, of course. Who hasn't heard of you? But I, foolishly, thought you were but mortal assassin. A good killer is a good killer, but you have his Mark and ... you're also creating beauty. You're creating a new vision for this world to walk in! [ He takes a sweeping step backwards to gesture towards the corpse now cooling behind them, the pool of blood growing underneath him. ]

You're just like me!