"I would hope so, signora." Ezio returned the smile, soft though it might be. "If I might say, it would be a joy to get back to real work." Not that he had a revenge motive anymore, but well, as sad as it sounded, being an Assassin was all he had.
He couldn't help but look up at her hair. It was quite handsome, framing her face well, but it seemed to ... move. Was he seeing things? Perhaps that port-key contraption really had damaged his faculties.