Ezio sighs as she settles on his knee, and he wraps his arms around her and groans as she squeezes the ever-loving shit out of him. He rests his cheek against the top of her head and he just... appreciates, for the moment, that it's her with him. This might be a very different scene with Lucrezia, or with Lana, or with Katniss, or Molotov, or pretty much anyone else.

She'd be his first pick, every time.

"Ugh," he repeats. "That sounds about right."