"On how to approach you. What to say. When and where to say it." His hand tightens around the glass. "Yet when I did not hear back..." The statement is left open, for now, as Micheletto leans in and reaches for the scotch bottle, his hand briefly ghosting against Cesare's before sliding the bottle away. He pours himself another, setting the bottle back down on the table.

His eyes flick up in the same instant, a glimmer of surprise hidden behind his gaze. But he says nothing demeaning about the situation, only a soft hum of interest. "Is Harris still among us? Or did Jean-Claude see to that, too?"