"You have many lovely companions." His sigh is content and not the least bit wistful. "I am glad you chose me." Ginshu might have been pretty for a guy, but he was a candle to the sun compared to Ezio's usual company, with their hearts bright and unhampered. They were glorious, beautiful in ways that made him feel like the jaded old man he was. Which was fine, of course, and he begrudged no one their happiness, but... it was still a delightful (if foreign) concept that people would seek out his company like this. Not that he wasn't beloved back home -- hardly, but that was different.

Tsuruume's love for him was a fanatical, obsessive, smothering devotion to the Ginshu, to a pretty figurehead. She was the archetype for all his relationships. He was powerful, beautiful and mysterious: everyone wanted to sink their hooks into him for one reason or another. That attention, that grasping, selfish attention was nothing like this. Ezio is tender with him. He holds Ginshu as though he is something precious, and that floods Ginshu's heart with emotions he can't quite quantify.

"Priestesses rarely get the opportunity to spend time in the company of such handsome men."