He's not that dumb. Close to it, yet not quite. Cooper puts his hands back in his pockets. So, he actually is in there. The itching grows worse as he picks up the paranoia that's rolling thick off Cesare. That's most puzzling. It's not like the older vampire at all.

"We have somethin' we need t'discuss. Y'know, politics-wise." A couple of things, actually, but he's going to start off small.