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[ Lucrezia's training with Molotov is more important, in the greater scheme of things, but the threat of her husband's beatings sits far on her mind here, and she prefers dwelling on more immediate matters--like how to view the lovely Paradisa from the castle's vantage point.

So she decides on no walking and running today, except if it brings her farther from the ground.

She would sooner knock at Ezio's door with her pants ready, if circumstances allowed. His dalliances doesn't disturb her as much as it amuses her, but Cristina might view her presence differently. And so, a filter has to do: ]

I believe you promised me lessons, Auditore, on how to reach the sky!

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I would choose mine, as well.

[And, he thinks, he would choose to hate hers.]

[ She only notes that he dislikes religion, what her father stands for. ]

You have never spoken to me of your mother, Ezio.

What would you know about her?

[ Everything! But one thing in particular... ] Was she the one to show you the way to a woman's heart?

[He considers that for a moment, and then laughs.]

My mother had a way of always knowing what I was up to, or who I was sneaking around with. I think she kept me in line, in a sense, but it was my older brother that taught me how to charm women.

[ She laughs in return, now climbing up one of the boxes to get closer to his eye level. ]

Has she ever met Cristina?

A few times. My parents met with Cristina's parents more often, though -- first after I rescued her from an assault, again when there were discussions of marriage, and again when there were troubles with my behavior and our suitability for each other.

What could possibly be an issue with your behavior? [ Aside from the dabbling in women but was he always that way? ]

[Grin.]

I used to be very uncouth. I would stay out until dawn carousing and sleeping with women, sneak into Cristina's bedroom for a bit, and then sneak back out. I got in fights, too -- my friends and I would pick fights with Vieri de Pazzi and his friends.

Not exactly the sort of boy you'd want to see your daughter married to, hmm?

[ Why hello Juan Borgia--nice Juan Borgia. ]

Was that how you learned how to climb so skillfully, to sneak into Cristina's bedroom?

It played a hand in it, yes. [He grins, hopping up on a box.] She thought it was charming.

[ She giggles and gets back to her feet, all ready for more instructions. ]

I do find it charming.

[He grins, offering her a hand.]

Do you find it charming?

[ She delays placing her hand on his out of mischief. ]

Should I not?

Narcissus may grow jealous.

[But he keeps that hand extended, smile growing a touch wider.]

He knows such things would not last. [ She tries to be nonchalant, finally accepting his hand because she doesn't want him to retract it. ]

[He takes that hand and tugs her along, to follow him stepping from box to box.]

Ah, but he can be jealous nonetheless.

[ She follows, jumping from one to the next like it was a game of hopscotch! ]

Perhaps Cristina may grow jealous that I have stolen your time.

[See, this bit is easy :)]

I do not think Cristina is a jealous woman. If she wants more of my time, she need only ask.

[ She's getting the hang of it and even starting to enjoy herself! ]

I might think her foolish for not asking for all of your time.

I do not think I would appreciate having her by my side every moment of the day. I enjoy her company, but we are still... getting used to each other, in a sense. We need time apart, too.

[ She would need time apart from Narcissus, too, but not from Cesare. And she tried to sound more hesitant than otherwise. ]

Does that mean you love her less than you should?

[He pauses, for a second, to think about that. Does he?]

I do not know. I think I love her exactly as much as I would any other woman I had once loved but then lost for ten years. It is difficult to say whether I love her now or just the memory of who we were. Both of us. Does that make sense?

I lack the years to regret long lost loves.

[ But she considers it and tries to understand. ] Perhaps I know what it is to be in love with an ideal.

[He nods.]

Yes, but perhaps you will one day. What ideal are you in love with now?