"Question," she says between one kiss and another, "You're not going to pass out, right?"

Asking a man a question and then reaching down to feel how hard he is, even through fabric, isn't the way to get an answer, she knows. Can't help it. She laughs, some residual nervousness escaping, and also in disbelief because here she is. Definitely not where she expected to be, like. Ever.

"I'm sure this a top-tier Ezio fantasy coming to life."