[Ezio had almost - almost - forgotten that she liked to talk so much. Like a female version of Leonardo that had been born in a different century with much better toys.]

Not as many as you are probably thinking.

[That amused smirk only grows at her words, at the idea that he has some harem of women hidden away somewhere.

But the sound of the kettle going off interrupts his thoughts, and now he's the one leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living room, watching her carefully as she moved.]

I did not ask you to come to my apartment because I have made an agreement with one of my submissives that I will not bring others to the room we share. I am sorry for not explaining.