Nancy purses her lips together tightly. "Cesare- what in god's name possessed you to sleep with her, anyway? I know you have a thing for gingers, and Lydia's lovely but she's... not your type." Her tone, by the end of it, is light.

And that's when she puts it together. The money for the dress. The card. Cesare.

"Did you hire her? Cesare! She isn't a sex worker! She's a bloody student!" She puts her hands on her hips, giving him in the darkness the most angry mother face. Usually it made children tremble.