"That is fine by me." Ezio nodded, unable to keep his eyes off her hair, which he was certain was moving of its own accord. This place frankly confused him at the best of times.
He struggled to stay on task. "Even some work is good. The person whose life I ... inhabit ... has a job that means nothing to me, and being around those who understand my craft would be a balm in itself."
He had to ask, though, trying to keep his mind off the strange phenomenon. "Are there very many ladies who do this work?" Rosa would like this Petit, Ezio decided.