Cesare is stuck in a bit of a difficult situation. For one thing, Lydia most definitely isn't his date. He had hired her services a couple weeks ago and she's been bothering him ever since. Cesare has no doubt, however, that telling Eames the truth would make him look even worse. It dosn't exactly look great when you were soliciting the work of a sex worker just weeks before the start of your presidential campaign.

Cesare has a right mind to roll his eyes at Eames and claim that he's sure Eames himself has done something similar. Cesare knows Eames is old. As long as they're consenting adults, Cesare has no doubt that Eames has been with someone considerably younger than him. After all, Eames is an old fart. It's difficult not to be younger.

But that too is a bad idea, an admission of guilt and responsibility that Cesare is not willing to take on. And so he smiles at Eames, as politely as he can, and speaks as firmly as possible.

"She's a supporter of my campaign," Cesare replies. "She likes my message, what I'm doing for London. Has anyone ever liked yours?" He asks it with a smile as if it's a perfectly innocent question, but he's quite clearly implying that it's difficult for Eames to have supporters and fans. Particularly dressed like that.