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[ 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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Shall we call for Stephanie?

Would you have her know that both of us have betrayed her trust with our tryst?

Why does she have to know the past?

[Laugh]

Well, then, by all means, suggest to her that we should be a trinity together. See how she reacts.

[He doesn't think she'll do it. And if she does, he'll dismiss it.]

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So you are tempted. It would be pointless otherwise.

[ Because Steph and Lucrezia can just go have their own fun. ]

What makes it pointless?

To fulfill your fantasy without you in it.

[Amused]

I would not expect her to react favourably, Lucrezia.

Doubting your own prowess now?

Of course not. I merely have confidence in the resolve of a girl who has repelled me for over a year, despite being interested.

[ Lucrezia smiles knowingly, reaching a hand now to rest it against his jaw. She would lean in to kiss his cheek if he allows her. ]

[He allows that. It's chaste enough.]

[ She told him never last time, but the way she lingers now says maybe. When Lucrezia pulls back, she also stands to leave. ]

[He eyes her, one side of his mouth curled into a funny smile. This girl still surprises him, even if he wouldn't admit to it out loud. He lets silence hang for a moment.]

How long until your next attempt to tempt me?

[ Lucrezia hovers near the door. ]

And give you the advantage of being at ready? Never.

How cruel.

But I must warn you that I cannot be tempted, piccina. Not anymore.

[ She gives him a look that says, Ezio, please. ]

I barely laid a hand on you.

[Ezio feels like he could be a lot more defiant than he is, at this moment, but he couldn't fool anyone right now. Not with an obvious tent in his pants.

So instead, flippant:]

Let me know what Stephanie thinks.

[ And look how self-satisfied she is, before slipping out the door with an equally flippant farewell. ]

Be gentle with my stocking!

[He doesn't say anything in reply to that, and as soon as the door closes, his expression falls flat into a frown. For a moment he sits in silence, looking down at his erection with a measure of disdain, as if he could just will it to go fuck itself and leave him alone, but it doesn't happen.

With a sigh and a scowl, he sets down his wine glass and heads to the bathroom for a cold shower and some time to think.]

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