Venezia, 1485.
He laughed, leaning back into the couch, arms along the back.
"Go on, then. Seduce me, cucciola mia."
It wouldn't really be a challenge; Ezio was, in the most unflattering terms, easy, and just that he asked undoubtedly meant he was already interested. Adages about horses and water just didn't hold true with him, and if you
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