Ezio thumb at her cheek a second longer, and then lets his hands linger on her hips again. Did you miss this, all the random physical affection, having a conversation with a person who cannot keep his friendly hands off of you? Ezio nods through her thoughts, quite sure that if he had drank something weird, it's so thoroughly worked into his system that he can't do anything about it.

"I did not see a single soul on my trip through," he says, finishing on a contemplative hum. "Even the air seems dead."