Ezio snapped from his reverie and brought a hand to his own face. His beard was growing too long, it needed to be shaved without too much closeness and then grown back. Would kissing someone with a beard as long as Leonardo's be scratchy or uncomfortable? Or would it tickle, provide an interesting texture? “I need to bathe and shave.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

“Ezio?”

“Tiber Island Hideout, tomorrow at dusk. You should hire some thieves or courtesans to distract your followers and then take the underground pipes. It always works.” The hand beneath his palm curled, then retreated.

“I do not know, my friend. It will be dangerous.” Leonardo frowned and then looked off to the side, placing his hands in his lap.

“It will, hopefully, be worth it. Please, Leonardo.” Ezio shifted to catch the painter's eye and succeeded, holding it for a moment before they relented.

“Fine.”

He allowed a warm smile to flit across his face and then stood up to leave.