Taking the young woman's hand, Ezio leaned down to kiss the back of it. He simply didn't shake hands with women. It was a masculine gesture, one that hadn't massively caught on in Italy yet. Women deserved respect, affection and chivalry.

"A pleasure, Ino. I am Ezio," he informed her, releasing her hand quite easily and bowing his head politely. "Again, my apologies for causing you to drop your possessions," he added, intent on leaving her to her day now they had met, he had been polite, and no conflict had arisen.