It was good Ezio was expecting him; his new favourite possession was the umbrella he'd purchased in a street market earlier. It was kept in a large can stand of sorts near the door, and it had, of course, an extremely sharp blade in the tip.
He allowed the other man inside, having the door open within seconds of Zevran's second knock. "Buona sera; a good evening. Come inside if you like." There were blades everywhere, if he was wrong about this man, but he didn't think he was.