Clearly, this wasn't a concern Cesare took too seriously. Although that last point was a little bit worrying. He'd heard some very unpleasant things about what fae blood could do to a vampire, once they became addicted to it. Then again, he wasn't sure if that comment was just talk.

"Have you actually tasted..." Then, after a moment he decided better than to ask. It didn't matter, this man's choices were his own after all. "Nevermind. And call be crazy, but I'm fairly certain the other factions are capable of doing quite a bit more than that. After all, I doubt we've had the restrictions we've had for so long because our gardens could get dug up."

Not that it really mattered what this vampire thought. After all, it wasn't his opinions that were the problem. He kept things clean enough in his own hotel, after all, and whatever he did or did not do, it really didn't make a difference when neither of them would likely be the reason for any retaliation.

"Though I guess I might as well not worry about it. It's not as if though my actions will influence them one way or the other."

After all, even though he wasn't harming anyone, there were plenty of vampires that were. Ultimately, it was the vampire at their head that they'd suffer or not suffer for.

"Besides, I came here for dinner, not politics."