Enzo laughs, cool and calmly.<span style="color: navy">"I didn't mean -you- needed a shower , love. "</span>He projects his voice deep, trying to explain himself.<span style="color: navy">"What I mean is, I'll take a shower..you can sit our side- maybe even fix that delightful hair of yours- then you can keep me company and tell your dear friend Enzo what's wrong , while I start the arduous task of making my self gorgeous!"</span>His smile is broad and his tone is playful.  He act's as if he has absolutely zero ulterior motives, casually flinging his arm around Camelia in a friendly fashion.<span style="color: navy">"Get's you out of eyeshot of..well...everyone.No more 'Oh Camelia whats wrong' , and all that daftness."  <br/>
</span><br/>He manages to conjure up a sweet, affectionate smile as he reaches out to adjust some of Camelias hair,<span style="color: navy">"We truly beautiful people should be around those of our kind in moments of duress..." </span>He leans in close, brushing his scruffy beard against Camelias cheek-having no concern for idle concepts like 'personal space'.  He whispers quietly,<span style="color: navy"> "Just because my sister has no desire for you ...doesn't mean I'm content to let you wallow about crying.." </span><br/><br/>He leans back and gives her a charming grin , ( it's 100% fake, yet...he does a good job of it)<span style="color: navy"> " At least one member of my family is not a reprehensible human being...C'mon. I'll let you be - Just out back with me." </span>He sheepishly smiles..it doesn't look much unlike the constant grin of amusement Izzy (normally) has.<span style="color: navy">"C'mon Camelia..I can't stand to watch a beautiful girl cry.."</span><br/><br/>For all intents and purposes he seems sincere.<br/>He isn't, but he's a far better actor then his Sister.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Izzy stands dumb founded for a moment.<span style="color: olive">"You...we...what?"</span>She shakes her head, trying to let everything process.She focuses on the first part of what Serina is saying. Enzo couldn't brainwash her. He'd tried...it never worked.  She shakes her head,<span style="color: olive">"There..there's no way.He's fucking with you Serina.He used to try that shit back when we were kids..He can't brainwash me... something about his own family being immune to his charms er' something. I mean, he's an asshole, but even he has his limits, I mean..How does he know anythin about me an Cam? ..I think he just overheard something...er somethin'..an...then "</span>She defends her brother as -that- is what Enzo has brainwashed her to do...But even his rather skillful endeavor can't push away the horrible feeling that's bubbling up inside the barker.<br/><br/>She furrows her brow as -EVERYTHING - sinks in...<br/><br/>Her hand cups Serinas cheek, affectionately brushing over the reddened skin,<span style="color: olive">"Wait...he told you this..then you kicked him in the business? " </span>She's almost afraid to ask what happened next , but by the looks of Serina- she can take a tiny leap of faith and figure that out.  She starts to tense and grow exponentially angrier by the second.  A furrowed brow leads to trembling limbs, shaking limbs leads to stammering , and a clenched jaw. Izzy wasn't shocked that Enzo would tell Serina a pile of lies to ruin whatever it was they had growing....but..if he so much as laid a finger on the girl..<br/><br/>For all his manipulative prowess, he was getting shoddy..cocky.  Too convinced his sister would NEVER turn against him no matter what...too sure Serina wouldn't say a word- and far too certain that Izzy would -never-break his mind control.<br/><br/>She had to be sure before she stormed off , ready to remove the blithering fools genitals.<span style="color: olive">"..He ask'ed you for ..a taste? He made up some...LIE about me and Camelia not working out....to....try to FUCK you!?" </span>She blinks a few times , then  eyes the woman up and down. "<span style="color: olive">We'll discuss the rest of this later, right now I have a Lecher to turn into a Eunuch..."</span>She narrows her eyes and angles her brow -sharp. She takes off, entwining her shaking fingers with Serinas while she storms off.<span style="color: olive">"Where is he?"</span>She asks to Serina as they march through the circus. She's boiling over with rage, anger and hatred - so much so that it's at that moment she realizes she didn't even -ASK- Serina if she was ok.<br/><br/>She stops dead in her tracks, just in front of her own trailer. She sheepishly gives Serina an embarrassed  look, and stares the girl deep in the eyes.<span style="color: olive">"God's Serina...I'm..Sorry! Are you alright..?"  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>