Cesare holds no qualms about getting out of bed and padding over barefoot to join Samantha in the bathroom. He's a businessman. He understands the importance of time and he's definitely not going to turn down a quickie.

"Breakfast?" he asks, as he picks up the phone and begins dialling for room service. He looks over to her. "Coffee at least...? In a to-go cup...?" Look at him, being considerate and thoughtful. "Or a bloody mary? We had quite a bit to drink last night." Not that Cesare even remotely regrets it, though, of course.