They're not on a ship, but instead in a large, grand living room with lofty ceilings. They're in a stately home that Cesare used to spend his time in during the 30s, while he schmoozed with aristocracy in argyle sweaters and plus fours. There's champagne on a side table and he sips it in between charcoal strokes.

"You need to stay still," he warns, looking up at her with the slightest of smirks.