"I think I just have a skilled teacher," Ginshu laughs, skirts swishing out around his legs as Ezio spins him then reels him back in. "That makes all the difference." It's easy to relax in Ezio's hands, champagne warming the underside of his skin. It's a beautiful night, and Ginshu is not the slightest bit regretful as he rests his cheek on Ezio's shoulder, swaying to the rhythm. He'd kicked off his pumps when they'd left the path, and the grass was soft under his feet. This might be what happiness feels like, but he can't be sure. It's been such a long time.

"Thank you for bringing me." His tone is light, but there's an awkward amount of emotion stuffed up in his heart. Friendship. What a curious thing.