Ezio noticed about a minute and a half after she took it, and was off like a shot. He saw the pair of legs up the building, but took a long route. It took him two more blocks and a loop around, but it took him up the back of the same building. He trod over the roof, jumping down to see a small form with long hair. He was armed, and said so. "So." English seemed safest, given where they were. "Give me a reason not to slit your throat."

She held up the wallet, turning her head and grinning. "Everything's still in here. That's what." Tossing it to him, she hopped up onto her feet, walking along the ledge with her arms spread wide.

He couldn't stop the rage from crossing his face. The grand master assassin, having his pocket picked by a little girl? Ezio caught it and strode closer, debating pushing her and deciding even he had standards. "What kind of sprite are you, to be able to do that to me?"

"I'm not a sprite, I'm just a girl. I was about to ask you who the hell you are to climb up here. I was thinking of sliding down the drainpipe when you came into the alley. So you're a thief too?" She smiled, sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest.

"I'm an Assassin." Ezio said. He'd learnt to no longer be stung by the fact that no one knew of his order anymore.

BB whistled, obviously impressed. "Really? That's awesome. My daddy never would let me learn how to do any of that." She pouted out her lower lip and shrugged. "Guess it's why I focused on thieving, huh."

That did get his attention. "You know of us?" Her father was apparently a thief, and he only knew of one family of thieves in this world. "You are not a Lebeau, are you?" He'd never met any little girl, let alone a rather pretty little girl.

That made her laugh, and she stood up, moving closer to him. "God, don't tell me you've slept with Daddy too." She wrinkled her nose. "Seriously, that's happened way too often to be normal."

Ezio blinked. "No. I restrict myself to ladies. But I used to work for Remy and Signora Petit. And a friend of mine probably has slept with Signor Remy." He didn't want to talk about Ronia.

She saw that flicker of memory, that flicker of sadness, and she bit her lip. "I'm sorry I nicked your wallet. I um. I just took your phone number." She went a bit pink, turning to go down the fire escape. It had suddenly gone awkward.

That amused him, honestly. He chuckled. "Am I not a bit too old for you, signorina? What is your name, by the way? You already know mine."

"I'm twenty-five, not twelve, and you're gorgeous. My name's BB." She smiled and crooked her finger, hoping he'd join her in the voyage back down to the alley. "Don't tell me you're scared of my dad."

"Bee Bee?" Ezio echoed, following her, though he did laugh. "I am not afraid of Remy. I am afraid of Signora Petit."

"My first name is Brier, and my middle name is Belgemine. Cass called me BB once, and it just stuck." She was climbing down the drainpipe she'd mentioned. "And you're in luck, Petit's sort of my sister. I don't think she'll kill you for flirting with me."

Sort of sister? Ezio racked his brain. "Ah, yes, Remy is your papa too. Signora Petit was the one I worked for, so I have the healthy respect." He climbed over the wall and clung by his fingers, dropping down neatly to the windowsill, talking idly as they descended. It was quicker than the drainpipe.

"Mm. Daddy got together with Mom after she had me and he came back. He adopted me and my brothers when we were all little, so we all took his last name." She held onto the drainpipe with her legs, taking off her shirt (which left her in a camisole and jeans) and twining it down the back of the pipe. It let her grip the pipe without using her hands, letting her freefall down the wall. She used her feet to control her rate of speed, whooping in pleasure.

Ezio might have ogled when she took off her shirt, but at least he kept his grip on the window. He dropped to the ground floor window, then to the ground, chuckling in spite of himself. "Well played, signorina. That is a favorite trick?"

She stared at his arms as he dropped down, biting her lip as her feet met the ground. "Eh, use it a lot when I perform." She tossed her shirt at him teasingly, having caught him in the ogle. "C'mon, I'll buy you a drink. It'll give you an excuse to count your money and figure out I really didn't steal anything."

Ezio caught her shirt and full out smirked. "You must be decent, to go into a pub, Signorina BB." He tossed it back to her.

"Who says I'm not?" She pouted and put the shirt back on, wiping her hands off on her jeans. "You're lucky I'm cute and want to humor you." She winked at him as she walked past him, rounding the corner into a pub she'd seen from the rooftop.

He hung back to look at the view. Impressive, honestly. She didn't look half as boyish as he'd originally thought.

Ezio ambled in after her, taking a seat next to her at the bar. "And you are lucky I like intelligent women and appreciate the view."

"I'm lucky God gave me a nice ass since he apparently forgot my tits." She grinned at the bartender, ordering a pint of whatever was on tap for herself and Ezio. "Wow, it's really weird, the first guy I hit on in like, forever, is friends with my daddy."

"Your papa is friends with a lot of people." Ezio smiled a trifle awkwardly. "I had to speak with him when I wanted to court his first wife." And that was all he would say about that. "He is a good sort, and he has helped my friends as well. I am sure Zevran has tried to hit on you before."

"Oh, for about half a second, but I flicked him in the ear when he tried too much." Anyone who knew Elvish turnons would know how mean that was. "So you were here before too?"

Ezio chuckled. "Yes, for some time. Then I woke up and had returned to Roma ... It was very odd. Very jarring." He'd had to keep quiet about what he had seen; no one would ever have believed him. They would have thought him mad at best, possessed at worst.

When their pints arrived, she clinked her glass against his. "Then I'm glad you're back." She smiled a little bit shyly, glad that she at least had beer to get her flirting back in top form.

Ezio tipped his glass against hers before taking a pull. He had to laugh when he saw the smile, though. "Shy is not something most Lebeaus are familiar with, Signorina." It frankly didn't fit her at all. But it was amusing, at any rate.

"Hey, I'm the most innocent LeBeau, thanks." She winked at him, hooking one of her feet around his ankles. "My brothers are the slutty kids. I'm the good one, or Daddy'd have a heart attack."

"That is what my sister always said to my father." Ezio chuckled. "And she wound up running a brothel." Claudia was happy and safe, things could have been worse, but his father no doubt spun in his grave when Claudia took the place over.

"I think Daddy would be okay with that, actually, as long as I wore clothes that covered all of me and didn't entertain any men myself." She smiled and tossed a pretzel into the air, catching it with her mouth.

Ezio laughed. "Claudia is safe, which is a rare and precious thing. My father and brothers died violently, so the mere fact that she and my mother live still is good enough for me." Strangely, he could see himself telling her the whole sordid story one day, if things kept improving.

BB winced, shaking her head. "Daddy's told me a bit about how it used to be, about assassins being actively sought out and killed. Don't worry, I'll try to defend you if it comes to that." She squeezed his hand.

He couldn't help but laugh, despite being sure she had the best intentions. "That's kind of you, signorina." He wasn't worried about anyone getting the drop on him, but still.

She grinned, kicking him gently under the table. "You know, it would've been polite to just say thank you, jerk." She took another swig of her beer before sticking her tongue out at him. "But you're probably right. If you need someone to crawl through ducts or something, I'm good at that, but I leave all the fighting to Sor."