Cirino's mouth dropped open. "Magnifico," he breathed. "So, it does work?" He mumbled, looking at the design as well. "I always wanted to make it, but never knew how."

"Hot air," Desmond said, instantly.

"Genio!" Cirino cheered, throwing a hand in the air. "I can't believe I never thought of that!" He smiled at Desmond and was about to continue when he recieved a look that hadn't been seen in nearly six hundred years. "Mi dispace. Continue."

"I will. Anyway, the Templars are still around and so are the Assassins. I'm one of them and that's why I'm here. I'm trying to find something called a Piece of Eden and stop them." He stopped and watched Cirino.

"You are saying, I am of Maestro da Vinci's bloodline?" He asked and when Desmond nodded, he continued. "Then, if I truly am and he worked with Messer Ezio Auditore, then I will do the same. I will help this Brotherhood." He smiled widely at Desmond. "I will make my grandfather proud."

"Great-great-great-great-great grandfather," Desmond corrected.

Cirino shook his head, still smiled. "As you American's say, whatever."

Desmond returned the smile. "I'm sure that Maestro Ezio and Leonardo would be more than happy to know that you will help."

Cirino nodded. "Then, Messer Desmond, I suggest you get back to your duties. I have a lot of research to do. Come back if you have need of anything else. I will do everything to help you."

Desmond grinned broadly at him. "Buonanotte, Leonardo," he intoned, slipping into a very familiar smooth voice.

That same centuries old smile returned to Cirino's face. "Buonanotte, Ezio."