"Why deny who you are, no matter the location?" He asked, gesturing to the world around them. It was a lesson he had learned from his Uncle Mario and had no intention of forgetting it again. It, of course, began with his appreciation of women. His dark eyes trailed over her as he took in her beauty and charm. It was pleasant to at least have someone recognize his language.

"We Italians are known admirers of the Greek. We have sculptures, paintings and songs about the ancient gods. Surely there is nowhere better for me to be?" He knew of Eros, but never expected to actually meet the god. Though, if he were dead, it was better to be judged by one that might understand his transgressions rather than the one that they all feared, yet the Pope did not.

"It seems almost a crime that I have not seen you before." He took her hand, placing a delicate kiss against it. His smile returned to the devilish charm he had born throughout the evening. "I am Ezio Auditore."