One hand rose to stroke Hannah's hair, wet strands sliding easily between the Venetian's fingers. Giacomo pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of the bubble bath. "I assume that you would be, else there would not be much business," he teased, "Though you far surpass my previous partners, a fact I am quite comfortable with admitting freely." He let her take his hands, grinning. He felt so at ease with Hannah, who had accepted him into this century and her home without a second thought. How could he hope to return the favour? He would gift her with the stars themselves, if he could. 

He pressed his lips to the side of her face, enjoying the quiet intimacy of their bath. It wasn't often they shared moments like this, too busy laughing as they rolled about in bed or dancing to soft music. Giacomo's free hand stroked her stomach, gently tickling her belly button. "It sounds like a very pleasurable thing, though I fear for the stamina of our partners, as it is likely that it will not match ours," he replied. He laughed, recalling his surprise and fear at the discovery of the microwave. It had been smoking quite badly by the time he managed to call Hannah. "I have not, though I have made love with prostitutes."

"You make it sound as if you are a chore, when nothing could be further from the truth," Giacomo replied, one hand on the edge of the tub. They really needed a bigger tub, one they could both stretch out in. He took her hand and clasped it in his own, rubbing soft circles underneath the sudsy water. "I certainly am quite fond of Signorina Hannah, though I believe I may find quite the match in Belle, as well. And as you know, I love any persona you may ever assume." A look of surprise flitted over his features at her words. "You mean, to meet with another pair and bed their partners? Oh firefly, if you wish to try, then certainly, I think it would be interesting."

“Giacomo Casanova. I arrest you in the name of the great Council of Venice for offences against the Government and Church.”

“Giac! ”

“Henriette!”

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Giacomo let his shirt fall to the floor, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off. His eyebrows raised as he smiled serenely, curious as to her proposition. "I would very much enjoy playing the part of your customer this evening, though I would not be able to pay with money. Would affection suffice instead?" Stripping himself of his socks and pants, Giacomo slipped into the tub beside her, the water heated just right. "What proposition would that be?" he asked. "Should I worry?"