Ethan scowled as he stepped into the heat of the bright, sunny Sicilian day, his mood not matching his current surroundings. Various couples strolled through the clay brick linen plaza, and his well trained eyes picked up several women that had to be tourists here for the local wine. His scowl deepend further as he made his way to his car, intent on getting back to his estate, and forget about his advisors recommending he find a wife and produce an heir.<br/><br/>One of the tourist women catches his intense green gaze, and instead of looking away like the others that had made contact with him, doesn't look down, instead assessing him just as he is her.