[His counting partner was unfortunately the epitome of patience. Did slowly mean they would count minutes? That would be fine. Were they counting hours? ... Unlikely on Gladio's part, but Vianca would probably try. Minutes was already probably pushing it for anyone but her, so the silence that followed ten stretching out was

probably...

pretty...

concerning...

as Vianca steadily stared at him and eventually, finally, whispered:]

Nine.