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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia blames this on boredom, or curiosity, whichever you prefer.

She has a small wooden box in hand, another present since he so disliked the previous one, not that this one is intended to appease him, not precisely. She knocks softly twice, checking to see that the hallway is clear. She would not like to be seen. ]

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[assassino]

[He tilts his face towards hers, just slightly. Barely at a whisper, almost conspiratorial:]

Any name but yours would displease you.

[heloise]

[ She smiles drawing back ever so slightly. ]

You think you know me well, Auditore.

[assassino]

I'll stop believing that when you surprise me.

[heloise]

Did the last few months not prove you wrong?

[assassino]

You have been cross with me, we have fought numerous times, you have expressed a desire to never see me again, and at all possible occasions you have gone from pacified to tears of fury. You think I am a liar!

Yet still, you betray your brother to see me. Still, you bring me gifts. Still, you sneak into my room and drink with me, and put your hands on me.

Why shouldn't I believe it, Lucrezia? If you can come here and try to prove that I still want you, then I can point out that much about you.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia bites back a smile, a little too smug, then pulls away to stroll around the room. ]

I did not promise my brother I would not see you. [ Because betray is a strong word. ]

Why did you open your door to me?

[assassino]

[He gives a short laugh under his breath.]

To see if you'd come in.

[heloise]

Have I been tricked?

[assassino]

Of course not. All I wanted to see was that you were still interested.

[heloise]

Then it is a trick. I am a victim of your curiosity.

[assassino]

Have I never been a victim of yours? Come here.

[He takes his attention off her to pour more wine.]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia takes a breath to speak, then smiles slyly. ]

And again prove to you my supposed interest?

[assassino]

Only if you dare.

[heloise]

And if I prove myself daring. What then?

[assassino]

We would have to see. I have no gift of foresight.

[heloise]

[ She tips her chin up in an attempt to assert her pride. ]

Come here.

[assassino]

[He gets up and moves towards her with that usual swagger, chin high, wine in hand.]

[heloise]

[ She smiles wider, reaching her hand for that glass of wine now please. ]

[assassino]

[He hands it to her.]

[heloise]

[ And she takes an indulgent sip from it. ]

[assassino]

[He sips his own.]

[heloise]

[ She holds her glass with both hands. ]

I believe you have something of mine.

[assassino]

Oh? What do I have?

[heloise]

A memorabilia, I believe. Did you keep it?

[assassino]

Oh, that.

[He smirks.]

I did, but you do not want it back.