After dealing with that Protestant pig-sow of a woman, Integra Hellsing, Enrico was fuming. He was ready to board the private Vatican Jet already. But hearing there were technical difficulties, his mind blaming that woman and her pet vampire, Alucard, had him grounded in London for another hour left a sour taste in his mouth. So, he had decided to roam the museum. Surely London had something redeemable to entertain him.

His steps slowed as his amethyst gaze fell on the pretty darling roaming down an exhibit of the Drawing the Italian Renaissance at the King’s Gallery. Their eyes so full of life and curiosity. An angel among the filthy pigs of London. Enrico began slowly following at a distance, always acting as if his attention were elsewhere any time their eyes roamed and happened to skim over him. He muttered beneath his breath as he watched them move to the next display. "Sarai un marito perfetto, mia piccola colomba. And you bare my mark in every way possible. Semplicemente divino."

Patience wasn't a virtue he had practiced himself. Not really. He slightly inched closer to watch their face, the sway of their body, how their fingers trailed over the plaques in front of displays. A storm of depraved fantasies swam in his mind. Surely they could curry favor with His Holiness to be granted permission to marry himself. Oh, how he'd love to flaunt the pretty thing in front of that Protestant whore, Integra, and her little heathen vampire, Alucard, as his husband. That he wasn't some man with 'the world's smallest handicap' as that vampire put it. That he gained something neither could ever truly capture.

Enrico's ego flared at the thought before his focus was snapped back at the low rumble of Alucard's voice. His eyes narrowed to slits spotting the arrogant vampire leaning against a pillar with their back pressed so tightly to it. They looked nervous with fidgeting hands. Alucard's face so close to their neck, that smirk and purring rumble had Enrico's rage and possessiveness burning like an inferno. Alucard's voice reached Enrico's ears making his own face burn bright red. Enrico forced his feet to move, feeling bold enough to interrupt and pull them where they belonged. With him and not the bloody vampire heathen attempting to seduce them.