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Being drawn into a hug was still a new experience for him.

Kindred might joke that Giovanni were all kissing cousins, but affection wasn’t a quality many within the Clan - mortal or otherwise - associated with [i]La Famiglia[/i]. Enzo was fairly certain there were a few who’d never hugged anyone that wasn’t a corpse. 

Given that outlook, it went without saying that some of their necromancy rituals were [i]obscene[/i].

As a result, the flinch that the boy displayed as Edwina reached to pull him into a hug betrayed an instinctive fear at having a hand outstretched toward him. Potence was one of the Clan Discplines after all. It left an indelible mark upon [i]La Famiglia[/i]. And how they interacted with one another.

The boy was tense at first, only relaxing in Edwina’s embrace after a moment in which he had to remind himself that this Family was not Giovanni.

Considering how most Kindred were distrustful of other Clans, it was probably odd that Enzo felt safer around this Family than those of his Blood.

Giovanni were right bastards though. [i]Achieve victory through any means necessary and, in the absence of strength, deception.[/i] It was the lesson by which the Giovanni had emerged from out of the Cappodocians, the manner in which Augustus Giovanni had led [i]La Famiglia[/i] from the start.

When he’d finally relaxed, the boy hugged Edwina back. [color=#6fa8dc]“[/color][i][color=#6fa8dc]Madre,[/color][/i][color=#6fa8dc]”[/color] he uttered softly.

It was formal, but a Giovanni was never [i]familiar[/i]. 

He listened to the situation, doing a double take at the revelation that Ludwig could have been taken against his will. Ludwig was a Brujah, like Ian was, but far older. 

It would take some next level, [i]very bad shit[/i] to force a Kindred like that into something against their will, a fact that Ian seemed to pick up on as he spoke.

The boy’s brown eyes glanced up at Ian, then over to Elizabeth before they finally settled on Edwina again. If they were investigating a mortal club, then Enzo’s child-like appearance was going to cause him to stand out.

Unless one were Ventrue or Toreador, [i]standing out in a crowd[/i] was generally something Kindred avoided. 

[color=#6fa8dc]“I can plant suggestions in one or two of the mortal’s minds, but I’m likely to draw attention in a club,”[/color] Enzo remarked, his voice displaying something close to a British accent as he swapped to English.

It wasn’t a no, he’d do whatever they asked of him. After all, he could see benefits and consequences either way.

As a Giovanni, Enzo could investigate the Shroud in or around the Club to try and get answers. He could also plant suggestions inside the minds of any mortals that might present an obstacle to them.

...and if things got [i]regrettable[/i], he could move the bodies. Or, rather, get the bodies to move themselves so that it didn’t look like... well, a murder.

At the same time, he wasn’t going to pass for any older than thirteen. That made it very hard to go clubbing in the mortal nightlife of New York. Unless it was a Pokemon Go event.

...or, that was probably dating him now. Did mortals still play Pokemon Go? The older he got, the faster it seemed fads such as that passed.

The possible exception seemed to be Skyrim. When Gehenna came, they probably still wouldn’t have Elder Scrolls VI.