"Tongue her 'til she screams, yes." Cesare smiles, not unfondly, and quite disinclined to return the barb. It didn't sting, after all. Actually, come to think of it, Donna Isabella doesn't scream all that much. But she's got other ways to show her pleasure. Oh, does she ever. He grows fidgety, simply thinking of it.

Alex has yanked himself away with a ferocity Cesare recognizes; he senses the other must've been this close to lashing out. It had been like that with Miquel; never one to handle overbearing fussing well. Lend a hand in help and feel the bridge of your nose break in thanks.

"You're welcome." Cesare shrugs, trudging on, lost in thought and looking at his feet. "You know what the oracle at Delphi said? Gnothi seauton. 'Know thyself.' Saves one a whole lot of trouble, I'd wager."