Ah. So that's where the issue is. Cesare thinks on it for a moment, mostly ignoring Lydia. On one hand, he doesn't want some rock drummer in his hotel murdering smooth lounge jazz. On the other, though, he wants to keep Imogen around.

"Is she pierced or stretched anywhere?" He doesn't want some girl with ears the size of saucers or a bloody lip disc to perform in his hotel. He has an image to uphold, even if she'll only be drumming in the back.