"You handled it in the worst way possible." But that was okay. They could learn from this and move on. What other choice did they have? Still thinking back on him saying those three words, there was no denying the feeling of butterflies that would crop up in her belly. Or it could be anxiousness. Both. Whatever it was it made Lucy feel like she was sixteen again and the hot guy in class had smiled at her.

Her hand moved from his jaw to his chest, resting there to feel the low vibrations of his voice beneath her palm. Communication was key to everything. They needed to be better about it, turn to it first instead of falling back on their emotions to handle the brunt of their issues, which were plenty. "You realize it was my mission to know as much about you as possible, right? I'm sure Abstergo couldn't find specifics, after you'd gone off the grid, but..." Okay look, she wasn't saying no to the idea of going on a date or two. In fact, it sounded like something they needed and an idea they could both enjoy. "Okay. A date. We can do that. We'll find a roof and have a picnic, isn't that what most Assassin couples do for fun?"

This was where whatever smile or playful tone she had seconds ago began to fade. It was too easy to withdraw, to close up. "I tried that, Desmond, remember? The general response was I get revenge on you." Lucy shook her head, held up a hand so she could continue in case he tried to interject. "Ezio knows. I... told him everything."

Now, if he kept his arm around her, Lucy was stepping back against it.

"Maybe we should... I'd like that drink now."