‘I fantasize about Jacob coming in, all dressed up in his Baron Jordan outfit, and pins me to the wall (like Ezio did with Lucrezia), telling me, “I seem to have made an unscheduled stop” in that amazing low raspy voice of his, while he pulls my hair back. He blindfolds me, he throws me on the bed and roughs me like no one did before. As I climax he whispers, “Sly devil.”‘