Hard to say if the irritation is crossing into anger and the anger into put-upon hissyfits that land him flat on his ass outside the door, cock hard or not. Fingers splayed on Cesare's chest, he shrugs, a half-smile but not quite as self-assured as it pretends to be.

"What's about this fascination of fucking the devil then?" Alex mouths back and nips at the cords standing out on Cesare's neck.