Kovacs, currently pinned under another man, asks, "is it ladies we're worried about?"

And he moves in, quick to- Ezio may get the sensation that Kovacs is, for a brief moment, sniffing his neck, before slumping back down. He would be forgiven for thinking the night had taken a turn, before- "Fuck it, fine. I can't get it up for ripping out your throat tonight, so you can have this one."