Cesare rolls his eyes, still not quite believing her. For an ex-whore, Nancy's pretty judgemental right now.

"She strolled up to me dressed like a harlot and asked about sex within two minutes of us meeting. We went to her place, we fucked and I paid her afterwards. Call me old fashioned, but that's an awful lot like a whore to me."

He bristles a little bit.

"She's not my girlfriend." Cesare doesn't do girlfriends. That's why he pays people: to avoid that trouble.