Nancy takes the moment to stand, rising from the lounge seamlessly. hse picks up her translucent robe and drapes it around herself, before coming to stand behind Cesare. She watches his fingers again, the light strokes he makes on the paper.

She leans over his shoulder, crossing her arms at the wrist in front of him, touching him, and when she speaks, her lips brush against his ear: "She's beautiful." a grin. "Who is she?"