[He'll roll his eyes. You don't have to know he is.]

[And Abel was quick to get there. Well, of course he was, he was just across the street from the place. Enrico wouldn't be alone in the backroom at all, the sound of the mans booted footsteps ringing out clear and clean across the whole church. Not but a moment later, he popped his head in the door, sighing as he saw the man.

The smell of blood was obvious to him.]

Ready to go?