Nancy purses her lips, pushing herself up to standing. She's got a few more inches of height, wearing the high heeled boots she is, though Cesare still cuts an imposing figure. And he can throw a truck.

"At least people seem to want my company." Bad enough to pay for it. "What did I do, Cesare, that's so bloody awful to you? I went on a date!" She gestures at the air between them.