Enzo had not anticipated  being intruded upon.<span style="color: navy"> "Can a man not go about his business with out an audience?" </span>He starts off...mildly annoyed.<br/><br/><br/>Izzy just rolls her eye's tapping Angelo on the shoulder as she trots away.<span style="color: olive"> "I'm a big girl Angie. Appreciate the concern, but something's I just ain't up ta sharin." </span>she taps him on the shoulder to move aside . It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for the concern, but ...the entire troupe knowing of her business with Cammy was the last thing she needed.  She nods  to Madame Lovi and makes her way back to more pressing matters... .<br/><br/>Enzo crosses his arms, amused that his sister simply didn't think to care.  He enters full on 'petulant' mode as he addresses Lovi's concerns<span style="color: navy">. "Yes, lets hope I'm not injured or anything...a fat lot of good you all were...letting that.. " </span>his voice cracks with rising anger,<span style="color: navy">"two headed behemoth hurl me into foreign objects.  Where was the love for Enzo then HM?I see hindsight is another one of your specialties along with fortune telling is it then?!?"</span>His uppity words are meant to hurt...because hurting others distracted them from whatever they had just learned.  He gasps and continues, sarcasm dripping from his words as he turns to Angelo.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"As for the subject of my dear sister.." </span>He glares at Angelo, balling his hands to fists ,<span style="color: navy">"Let us remember WHO'S sister she is...and the matters between us are none of your concern..."  </span>He pokes his finger square into the center of Angelos chest,<span style="color: navy">"You..."</span>he pokes again,<span style="color: navy"> "Would do well to remember that ...friend." </span>He tilts his head and gives him a small , self amused grin.<span style="color: navy"> "Well , this has been a lovely conversation, if there won't be anything else...."  <br/>
</span><br/>He looks at the too...fully anticipating that this isn't over .<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Izzy smiles as she dusts her hands off, pointing to her wagon as she passes Camelia.<span style="color: olive">"Gonna get dressed.." </span>She nods as if nothing had just happened.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>