Ezio blinked at the bold question. "Well, I'm glad to know if I say yes, I will not be seen as a madman." He smiled, taking a bite of the pasta and pausing for a moment to see how the flavour was. "I am from Firenze in the year 1499, and this is delicious." After a few moments, he shook his head at his own lack-brained lapse. "My name is Ezio, by the way. Ezio Auditore." He kept it short; most English people seemed to get confused by the "da Firenze".