[Poggio]

It was his turn to smugly smile, though he was sure Ambrosia could not see it. He opened the doors to the preserved house passing by the ghost of his childhood in favor of going upstairs to the various bed rooms. "My brother said he anonymously called a cleaning crew and paid them enough money to not ask questions. Pushing aside one door with his shoulder he led, Ambrosia into a room with a balcony and the fresh Italian air. It only took him a few moments to drop his bags and turn and capture the other in a kiss.