Cesare isn't going to push the point. He thinks he has made it fairly clear already: fae can be as belligerent or puff up their chests as much as they want. At the end the day, they are a mere meal to vampires. The chance that those meals might fight back and cause him a considerable problem (and perhaps death) does not quite dawn on him. He is too comfortable in his own building for that to happen.

He runs his hand across the back of Eames' chair calmly, almost absent mindedly.

"This is a peaceful place. Come here again and that will change."