[It's been... quite a bit since he's dealt with a dog that isn't one of the prison hounds, but it's almost a welcomed thing that it's not one of those. But he's patient at the door, blinking slowly once he sees the man in all his glory.

Or, well, shaded glory that he can make out this way. Hazy and the lack of a body, almost, is an irony that isn't lost on him. The face, the expression, it... doesn't really make sense in his brain that this man was Dio's source of ire for so long.

Perhaps that's just pleasantries. As he takes his hand with a firm grip, making sure that his claws do not cause him any harm if even possible with a shade.]

Enrico is fine outside of such titles. [How... long it's been since someone's used his name, too. Outside of his present "roommate", anyway.] It's certainly an easy structure to spot, at the very least, makes it easy to give directions. [It's so uneasy for him to try and suss out what is wrong with this man as, currently, he just doesn't understand.]

I'm sorry for making things sound so dire on the network, but there are certain things that the entire public does not need to hear.