Cesare holds no qualms about replying to Samantha honestly. He has nothing to hide at this point, and even if he did, he wouldn't be worried. He's the one asking questions right now. Not her.

So he just calmly runs his fingers through the leaf of one of the plants next to him, relaxed and amiable.

"Securing such a position when the predecessor hates you." So maybe Cesare had been in the room while Samantha and Sylvia had had their somewhat forced, uncomfortable exchange. Cesare would like to find out what the hell is going on, and hopefully use it for himself.