Gus stops, his eyes wide, no longer sleepy and feeling the need to yawn. But his mouth parts anyway. He glances to the right and left, knowing it's stupid to suddenly start suspecting the shadows in the corners of his very own apartment. But...

"Mafia?" And he doesn't think Shawn is kidding either, because they were playing truth, and Shawn may have a lot of fun bending, twist, disguising the truth, but in his own way he plays fairly.