"No shame, she says," Cesare smiles fondly while stroking her hair, smoothing it down her back. "And now she makes me sound like a glutton, too. When it's her who is always hungry." His eyes take in the boy's slender form. Very, very nice. Young men... so supple, with hips like Donatello's David.

"But perhaps..." His voice trails off. "Would you happen to be hungry, Jonathan?"