Cesare knows better than to dismiss his elders and he respects Joscelin's opinion. Cesare just doesn't share it. He knows that all alliances, however long they've lasted already, are always temporary. Tides shift, regimes change, empires fall and people who were closest allies become enemies in mere moments. He is not afraid of an upset. So when Joscelin mentions not being able to war openly, Cesare looks out into the bar and pulls a wry smile.

"Why can't we? The witches could be taken down a peg or two as well. They should leave us to fight our battles instead of attempting to rule us through some absurd bureaucracy. Don't you find it ironic that for something called the Night Council, the fucking witches are running it instead of the vampires? Who the fuck let that happen?"

Cesare thinks it's a joke. The idea that everyone has accepted the witches' rule for so long seems ridiculous to him, particularly considering their youth. In Cesare's opinion, he thinks the establishment needs a bit of a shake up.

"Just between the two of us, though." He smirks. "I don't want to be undone just yet."