immeasurableamaya:
“ I would not,” she laughed lightly. Thinking of the lecture her mother would give if she even thought that she was spending time with a man unchaperoned. Though that would more preferable to her dressing as a man and sitting in a room full of men and listening to them discus, politics, art and women. When Lotario happened upon her that day she was in mens clothes she had hoped she had done a good job in her disguise but he had been quick to point out some potential flaws that would give her away. Amaya couldn’t say why she trusted him so much, but he made it easy to do so.
Chuckling again, she patted him on the arm, “ So which is better, a rude and obnoxious muse or one that is dreadfully boring but listens to your instruction and doesn’t move?”
Exactly the response he expected, and the one that helped keep the conversation joking and not serious. For a moment he wondered what sort of trouble he might get in with the Pazzi house even without them knowing of his past but he brushed off that idea, if he were able to hide himself so well he should be able to hide Amaya as well.
"Your parents have given me more than enough anyways, I can do a little babysitting." Sure he was doing a job for them and between the cost of materials and his own time one that deserved pay certainly but being still so new to the art world of Florence it often felt like he owned Mr. and Mrs. Pazzi more, "I guess it depends how perceptive the mean one is, if they know where to hit."
