Cesare is almost disappointed that Natasha doesn't push further and instead finally gives him some part of the respect he deserves. He half expects her to recant her seemingly half-hearted compliance and tell him to fuck himself instead, just for kicks. Natasha is a surprisingly difficult woman to pin down and understand, an unpredictable enigma.

"And you think we are similar?"

Cesare isn't quite so convinced. It's tricky to decide on that when you hardly know a person in the first place. He supposes that the two of them both seem fairly stubborn, so they perhaps share some traits in that regard.