Cesare doesn't want a fight either. They can agree on that. They've both shown their hands and Natasha might still be useful to him.

Once Natasha is settled with her wine, he peers at him over his glass in thought.

"This whole business of Sylvia's retirement. What do you think of it? Think she might retire from the institute as well? She's getting old," he says with a smirk, acknowledging the irony. He's curious to see what Natasha thinks of Sylvia at this point. Obviously they must be on reasonably civil terms, but he's curious to find out what else he can glean from it.