"I always want you," Cesare replies, his voice a little gruff, shivering slightly at the touch. "You could be standing there wearing a paper bag and I'd still want to fuck you." He laughs a little. It's true. The way she handles herself is....odd but appealing. It's different from the thoroughly practiced girls that he's used to. He likes that.

He reaches down to hold her chin, placing his thumb against her lips for a second, smirking.

"Tell me what you're going to do, hmm?" he asks, trying to instigate some sort of dirty talk, though he'll probably realise that wasn't the best idea.