He slid the drink over to Rebekah as the bar tender took his money and scuttled away, sensing trouble. It was a sixth sense all good bar workers learned fast. Enzo suspected he was trying to figure the blonde out every bit as much as he was, though he almost certainly would walk out of this place alive. The vampire wasn't so sure of his own fate. He'd learnt more about his victim over the network than he had been aware of prior to her turning and it wasn't hard to work out why the Original was here. Still, it didn't hurt to play along...
"I have absolutely no idea," Enzo answered, "but it's compliments you came here for, I'm sure I can accommodate you." He took a drink from his glass pondering his predicament. There was little point in trying to run; Rebekah had the edge on him in every possible way and something told him his gift of the gab wasn't going to impress the ancient vampire. He hated to admit it, but there was only one thing left and that was honesty.
"I didn't know," Enzo said softly, "that she'd come through the wormhole. Or that she was yours." He took a deep breath before continuing, making sure that they weren't overheard by the stragglers dotted around the bar. "I fucked up royally, for all of us, and whatever happens here tonight I accept my fate fully. If I thought complimenting your truly epic assets were the way to dig myself out of this hole, I'd do it without a second thought, but I would rather not stoop to flattery and begging, if that's all the same to you." He faced Rebekah and dipped his head in deference. "I won't fight you, not because I owe you, but because I promised a certain redhead I adore that I wouldn't hurt anyone else." Enzo met the vampire's gaze, "tell Amy I went quietly, if you see fit to do so." He flashed Rebekah a wry smirk, "Seventy years as a science experiment and the world comes crashing down because I killed the wrong girl!"