Raffaello sits at his table alone with his legs and arms crossed in his nice suit and well-groomed hair. His eyes trail every woman that crosses the stage of the Burlesque with fire in his eyes. Quite the sight to see, a priest in this kind of place. That is if Raffaello wasn't a regular, but he is. But the whispers about this man gave him an air of danger, that and the gun he's known to carry around despite never using it.