When Nancy stands, Cesare instinctively leans back in his chair, a subconscious act of opposition. If she wants to know, he'll tell her. He places his hand on the arm of the chair, getting comfortable.

"You shouldn't have been there but instead you paraded yourself, embarrassing yourself and my hotel in the process. What kind of message do you think you were giving off to every person at that party? You all have to pay, but this guy, this one dreadful, mess of a man, is better than all of you. This guy I'll happily tell everyone I fuck for free. You can fuck who you want, Nancy. But keep it private. You should know better than that."