[ Alberto stops and looks at her with a blank stare as she speaks, a frown tugging his lips as the look becomes increasingly dismissive and derisive. That Mom Voice with a MOM Tone might work on other kids... who, y'know, had moms. Or dads. Just— adults around in general. Alberto, though, just shrugs, and spins on his heel, continuing on his way. His only father figure in his life now would take a completely different approach with this, and is so intimidating just physically, it would be Massimo's silence that's more terrifying than anything he could say. Plus Alberto's personally invested in not disappointing him. This lady? A stranger. A kind stranger, who just helped him sort of, but, y'know, that's on her. ]

Look. If there's a sick king and all that, then whatever I'm doing probably isn't that high on their list of priorities. I'll take my chances.

[ He doesn't know what jail is. The mention of being locked up doesn't really make sense to him. He, uh, also doesn't know what a key is. Even though he had several back home. Like, several. The whole threat is lost on him. ]