Angelo glanced down at where Adrian's pocket had been dabbled with bloodstains. His nostrils flared up a bit. "<span style="color: red">When you get yourself changed up, I could give it a shot to clean up your trousers. I've gotten stains out of my own suits from things much worse than blood.</span>" His face straightened again, then he gave a rather little smile. "<span style="color: red">Unless you still want to chat, I need to check my wires and fuses and make sure that everything's ready for tonight. You can help if you're not too nervous around explosives,</span>" he said, and at that turned on his heel and headed back to his wagon.<br/><br/>Agatha's wide, black eyes looked up to Camelia's own brilliant, green ones with worry. Her orbs shimmered as though she was about to cry. "<span style="color: purple">Er... do you...</span>"<br/><br/>It was obvious that she was having trouble speaking but after a couple of seconds, Agatha found it in herself to let the words fall. "<span style="color: purple">Do you think that it's okay for us here to be... to be more than family?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>