Cesare laughs a little and takes another drink.

"Did you think he didn't know?" Micheletto knew everything. Perhaps too much, in fact. Cesare had sent many letters to him and, upon receiving no response, thought nobody was reading and used it as a diary of sorts, a diary where he confessed too many intimate details than he would like to admit.

"He's a sneaky fucker like that." That's why Cesare likes him so much.