Sensing that Alex does his best to keep up with him, Cesare smiles to himself, well pleased. "Why show you when it disgusts you?" he asks insouciantly, loftily, as if addressing larger Margate. "Performing for your benefit would only make sense if you were willing to learn from it. Not make the pugnosed 'ewww'-face you do so well."

Oh, wouldn't he love to watch, too, when Isabella rips into Alex. He'd chivalrously ask her to spare him, of course. It'd almost be worth it to make the introduction, later tonight.

If he makes it up the stairs to his appartamento, that is. No sleep, nightmares, and fucking morning chills, mille grazie. "After you," he smiles sweetly.