Cesare has been worried about Nancy. Ever since he heard that her faction was crumbling, he wondered how it would affect her. How is she coping? Does she have somewhere to stay? What is she doing next? Unfortunately the two of them aren't exactly talking right now. Cesare needs a way to check up on her without her finding out and there's one person he can pretty much guarantee won't tell her if he asks about her: Cooper. After all, why would you tell your girlfriend that her john came to visit? It wouldn't exactly be beneficial. Besides, if anyone knows where she is, Cesare's pretty sure it would be Cooper.

So he finds himself at Cooper's house, dressed in his standard black suit getup, looking very much the London businessman, a London businessman with an absurdly expensive watch and nice shoes. He looks down to Cooper's bare feet and says nothing, though the judgement is clearly there.

"Nancy," he answers frankly, quietly amused by the double entendre in his answer, though resisting the urge to smirk. Now is not the time. And so he continues.

"I want to know that she's safe."