Leonardo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a small glare.
The day he had spent with Ezio left him with a hearty migraine. The boy had kicked his chair absentmindedly while he cleaned his weapons, and now had his foot up on Leonardo's work-shop table, his muddied boots marking his sketches.
"Ezio...please, feet off the table! How many times have I told you this?"
Ezio glanced down at his boots with blank eyes, his smile vanishing, before jumping hastily out of the chair with a small sound of shock. He hadn't meant to to put his dirtied boots up on Leonardo's sketches!
The young Assassin glanced at the annoyed artist with wide eyes, his expression one of a reprimanded dog. He sputtered apologies.
"I'm sorry, amico mio, I didn't mean-"
Leonardo cut him off scathingly, waving his arms angrily.
"No, of course you didn't mean it. I know it was an honest mistake, but do you really believe a simplistic apology gives me reason not to be irked?" he fumed, massaging his right temple, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Ezio looked down at his dirty boots, wincing.
"Leonardo, please-"
Leonardo gestured angrily to the workshop door, his feet set firmly, voice demanding.
"Out of the workshop, principiante! You're just too much!"
Ezio fled from Leonardo's heated gaze, giving out a small cry of departure.
"Anything you say, mio leone!"
Leonardo threw a jar of paint at the door, staining the wood a heady olive green. He smiled.
"And stay out!"