Frank makes it crystal clear

"I'd keep you happy by fucking the daylights out of you, and I'd teach you to mind your manners when you talk to me," Frank grinned, pouring her glass full of wine. Sandra's eyes widened in shock and she picked up her glass as though she intended to throw it at him, changing her mind at the last minute and downing half of it in a gulp.

"You certainly don't mince words," she said, regaining her composure. "I'm not used to someone being so direct."

"Yeah, so I've noticed," he replied with a glance at Tony who was looking shocked. "If you want to spend time in Italy, and around Italian men, you'd better get used to it." He grinned at her and raised his glass in a toast.

"Perhaps...perhaps I should get some lessons in culture..." she murmured, taking another drink of wine and looking at Frank from under her eyelashes. "Would...could you recommend...anything...Mr. Castillo."

He grinned at her like a hungry wolf sizing up a plump and vulnerable lamb, putting his wine glass down before answering.

"I recommend you take your fucking clothes off, and prepare for the monster fuck of your young life. You're going to service both me and Tony and you're going to love every bit of it."