"You are supposed to lead anyways, so I guess it would be your fault."

Her right hand goes to his shoulder, almost hesitant in her touch, as the left settles in his hand. The feel of his hand at her waist is familiar yet foreign, the formality of the touch, the layers between them strange.

As they start their steps, her breath catches, trying to remember what to do, how exactly to follow Ezio so they don't collide. Caught in thought, she steps forward as he does, and they collide, a laugh rising as they fall back into rhythm. "Told you."