[Poggio]

A soft sigh escaped his lips. There were many times he wanted to say something but the other would only believe it was a lie. "Ambrosia, if everything else was a lie, do believe that France was the best... weekend of my life. You are the only person to give a decent birthday present." He arched forward, kissing the stoic lips. "And I am sorry about this, and not matter how much I say it, I can never kill you." He went to find something to rinse the mans hair with.