The bottle of wine they've been sharing sits half empty on the ledge and on their rooftop--it's become theirs, as much as its hers, for how much time they spend on it--Takeshi drapes over his shoulders, watches the night fall with him in quiet camaraderie.

When the idea whispers through his mind, it makes him smile. Takeshi sways against his back, just the littlest bit and smiling lips whisper over Ezio's ear, "Dance with me?"