Enzo is rather pleased with him self.  He pushes his way past Arturo and Pearl  with a smug little grin of satisfaction. They couldn't have possibly known what had gone on behind Serina's cage.<br/><span style="color: navy">"Excuse me precious'es ..."</span>he walks-right- between the pair, with out a care in the world. He has a hop in his step, and he whistles a happy little tune.  He looks around the goings on of the carnival, his thumbs embedded in his belt.  He's pretty sure his nose is broken....he doesn't much care. He'd suffered worse in the war- he walked it off then, he'll walk it off now.<br/><br/>He acts as if -nothing- happened. The big red welt on his face -isn't there , at least in his mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Ello' Ello...."</span>Enzo stops dead in his tracks as Camelia runs out from behind a wagon- She looks like she's in a dreadful hurry.  He grins a wicked, vile<a class="externalLink" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuM_8hI-qTg/TNh7EWufP4I/AAAAAAAAArg/ITAKfiLUErU/s1600/grinch1.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> sneer</a>, and puts on his best  'sweetheart' face. He straightens him self up, (For all intents and purposes he looked like hell, he had nearly a half day's worth of stubble on his chin, and was still meandering around half dressed.)<br/><br/>He jogs to catch up with Camelia and give's her a toothy grin,<span style="color: navy"> "I'd hate to see such a pretty little thing cry...</span>" He digs into his back pocket and offers her a (mostly) clean handkerchief. "I'm off to have a shower and a shave...care to come with?"<br/><br/>He holds up his hands innocently,<span style="color: navy">"Nothing like that.."</span>he smirks,<span style="color: navy">"Just thought you could use some company . Hands to my self..promise.</span>" he makes an "X" motion over his heart as he grins.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>