"I…suppose so," He smiled, going over to sift through some papers on his other desk. "Mm..Ah, I believe you haven’t seen these yet."
He handed her a sheaf of papers, birds doodled all over them. “Would you believe that there is an eyrie on one of the rooftops near here? I’ve asked the guards to let me go up, and they seem okay with it.”
The woman took the pages, and moved to take a seat as she flipped through them. Even though the man might call them doodles, they were all quite beautiful. Some of them would look nice on a dress too! …Would Cesare mind if she borrowed Leonardo to design her some dresses?
"There’s an eyrie? That explains the bird poop, for such pretty things they sure can make a mess."