Niccolo Rossi gauged her reaction to him. It was important. This spiritual beautiful thing was someone he'd had his eye on for a while, and in the distance, he could practically feel her husband's deep suspicion at the whole situation. Niccolo, truth be told, had hoped that speaking to Nicole would send an appropriate message to Robert, with that message being:<em>Stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong, or there will be consequences, you pathetic mortal.</em><br/><br/>Based on the silence and the click of a camera that Rossi could hear in the distance, this little episode had probably only hardened Mr. Thibault's resolve.<br/><br/>Rossi held up a hand, as if to brush aside Nicole's concerns, and he said, "Oh, no. I sometimes donate money to this hospital. I don't have an emergency...but I have been known to peek in from time to time." This was only a partial lie. He had donated money to the hospital recently...but only to ensure that the hospital administration would suitably kiss his ass if he felt the need to visit Ms. Thibault in the hospital to have a more in-depth look at her in a more 'natural' environment. He wondered if she was always this airy and kind right after work; she clearly worked in a stressful industry, and yet she seemed unphased.<br/><br/>He privately resolved that this meant she was either a hypocrite or a doormat. He didn't want to believe she was truly a woman of faith. The idea was almost painful to think about...but at the same time, it was exciting. Especially with her husband investigating him. It had been al ong time since Niccolo had had such excitement in his un-life.<br/><br/>"Are you quite sure that you don't want me to get you a new set of scrubs? I'm sure that it isn't a bother--"<br/><br/>That was when her husband had apparently had enough. He was out of hiding. Handsome and genial, he was walking at a quick pace to meet up with Niccolo and Nicole, camera in hand. He beamed at his wife and said, "Honey! I wanted to surprise you after work and come pick you up. I brought your favorite takeout in the car."<br/><br/>Robert Thibault cast a look that was almost a deathly hateful glare at Niccolo. Ah. The detective had taken the implied threat a bit personally...and apparently Robert was also a very good liar, because Niccolo was ninety-five percent sure that the man had had no such intention of picking up his wife. Or had he? If he had her favorite takeout...<br/><br/>The idea of her being happily married and faithful was going to eat at the Lasombra vampire.<br/><br/>He inclined his head to her. "I won't keep you, then." He'd seen what he needed to see. He watched the possessive husband try to angle his wife away from a strange man's clutches.<br/><br/>Robert, on the other hand, slipped his arm in his wife's hand and gently pulled her away from the stranger. He was a lean fellow, but muscular enough, with dark eyes and an almost perpetually hungry look about him. Being a detective did that. As soon as he was sure that he and his wife were out of earshot of the man he was investigating, he murmured to her, "You might want to stay away from that fellow. I've got a bad feeling about him. I know I sound paranoid. But...at least I did get your favorite tonight. Maybe we can spend tonight together, if you're not too tired from work?" He didn't want to tell her he was investigating the guy. It would unduly worry her.<br/><br/>In his car, a good condition Honda, were decorative white boxes full of her favorite food. Robert was a husband who was well-prepared.