"Depends. Undressing or not, I mean," he says distractedly. "Doesn't make a whole lot of difference." Of course it does. It's a world of a difference. Idly thwapping a hand against the seam of his pants, playing a mute chord, he is aware of Alex's shambling after him. He does not mind. In fact, what with all this talk about sex... he welcomes it.

"Would you?" Cesare looks at him obliquely, over the shoulder. "How entertaining would that be, I wonder, when you don't even like women?" A strange dilemma of sorts, and it intrigues him. As for other encounters, he keeps silent. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.