He's not entirely sure how to tell her that he generally avoids conflict he cannot solve with his fists or a blade. Drags it out as long as he can, actually –– he and Claudia barely talk for that reason, and even then, sisters are a little different. Brothers, too. With everyone else, the Ezio approach is to simply listen, and then cajole, bring flowers, pretend it didn't happen, or, if truly necessary, change cities.

"I know everyone has arguments, you do not need to explain that to me," he says, lightheartedly. Dismissive, maybe. "I am just saying: we have scarcely had cause to argue in the past numbers of years, that should not change now. If you do not ignore me when you're cross with me, then I won't ignore you."

He starts cutting up the shelf in slow, deliberate hacks.