[He raises an eyebrow. She doesn't even know what he can do, and she's willing to risk that? He flexes his fingers –– he's always stretching his fingers, always used to the tension in his wrists that control the hidden blades strapped there, hidden under his clothes... but naturally, he doesn't use them here. Not now. Instead, he swings a open-handed slap towards her face, though it's obviously reluctant.
Ezio doesn't hit women, and he doesn't intend to land this hit in the first place.]
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Ezio doesn't hit women, and he doesn't intend to land this hit in the first place.]