"So you are fucking other cunts in Margate besides her? Regular holes to fill, eh." He laughs out loud as he continues next to Cesare. "You'll have to let me watch sometime. I'm sure it would be entertaining." It wouldn't, and the words are off the cuff and out before he can think about. It is he who fidgets now like a teenage boy. He smirks. "Do you undress for her, at least, or romp about in sweaty pants and shirts, too?"

"What's to check out." He shrugs, he's beaten up, sure but nothing he hasn't seen or felt. A bit like a lost puppy trailing about the town he follows Cesare without another comment. To be fair, there is hardly another place to be at.