Cesare laughs and shakes his head. Natasha has some guts, he'll give her that. But he isn't there to score and won't pretend that he is.

"If I had plans like that, she wouldn't still be on stage by now," he says casually. It's a statement of a fact rather than any form of posturing or boasting. Cesare does not play the long game, not in regards to women anyway. He's far too fierce and ruled by his emotions for that.

Tonight he's merely admiring. After all, isn't that what you're supposed to do in strip clubs?