Angelo didn't bother saying anything at first when Enzo really went for it on his own loosing of sharp words. He instead gripped his cane, the knob protruding from his fist, and swung the gold head towards Enzo's face. His eyes looked like they were about to glow with the burning, the seething behind them. "<span style="color: red">Never,</span>" he said, his voice quaking a bit as he tried to keep himself from shouting, "<span style="color: red"><i>never</i> accuse me of that again. She is family, and I have never treated her as anything but.</span>"<br/><br/>He snapped at Enzo, his voice starting to raise a bit, "<span style="color: red">Keep it up. Keep spouting those words, keep digging yourself a deeper hole, and then we'll see whether or not I can fuck up your face any more than Goliath, hm?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>