"Seventeenth century Venice," he confirms, with a smile. "Not in our world, but one close enough. In the middle of the masquerade, you would have loved it."

He isn't stupid enough that he would have asked to go on a killing spree with him, just as he kept Amy away from those in Venice. But accompanying him to this or that evening - as friends, of course, no, acquaintances - nothing like a date - that was, of course, perfectly acceptable, and exactly what he had in mind.