Cesare understands Micheletto's hints but ignores them. He doesn't want to talk about it now. He's cushy here, comfortable, complacent, and he's busy sulking right now.

"You have not been here for most of my life, Micheletto." Another jab. "But you should also know I don't forgive easily." He pauses for a second, his shoulders stiff. "Witches? The Orisinis?" Are the people who are after him witches? They're always witches. Witches, Orisinis or witchy Orsinis.