Of course he was happy about beating Cesare. She'd caused a rift between the two of them. She'd never assumed them to be the friendliest sort, but here they were, viewing each other of something of a rival. The election only made it worse.

"Remember, he's a friend," she chides him gently. A friend that had left a bite mark scar on her inner-thigh.

"You deserve it. You have to enjoy tonight! Shouldn't everyone's emotions be happy right now, anyway?" She looks up at him brightly- it's an overly optimistic statement, and, judging from the twinkle in her eyes, it was brought on by the amount of champagne she'd let herself have.