That's touching, in a way, considering what pays for all those jewels and grand houses. Even less reason to ever buy them for her, too, in some reality where she lives with him in Toscana, or wherever he settles someday -- inheriting his uncle's house, or striking out on his own.

He glances at her, just a sliver of his upper face visible under that deep hood, and he smiles.

"I was chasing after love long before I knew what a Borgia was, you know. My work is important to me, of course, and it must be done no matter what, for my family, and for the good of the Italian people... but as I said, it will still be waiting for me when I'm finished here. But if I can stay here as long as I can, I will. To be with you, Stephanie."