Cesare has made his way into the witch carriage, holding his drink. Like Hell he is going to spend an extended period of time in the vampire carriage after thst sham of an election that was had (not that Cesare is bitter or anything). So he's picked up his alcohol-blood concoction and taken it with him to sit in among the foliage of the witch carriage, leaned back into his chair and simply breathing in the fresh green air. He doesn't ask for any advice. He doesn't think he needs it. Instead he catches sight of Samantha and makes his way to her.

"So how did you do it?" he asks with a smirk. Ok. So maybe he does want some advice from a witch after all.