You sent Enzo out on a job a few hours ago... He returns now with bloodied hands.

He approaches you as you do the same.

"Did you take care of it?" You say, holding his jaw in your palm while your other hand rests on his shoulder.

He nods.

"Good boy." You praise him with a smile.

He reaches out to put his arms around you.

"Ah! Don't stain my dress..." You chuckle before taking your hands back.