"Sure," Cesare responds, just about humoring her but clearly not believing a word. He pulls out a bottle from the fridge and makes his way back to her, holding out the bottle to place into her palm.

"Just a nightcap then," he says with a reassuring smile. "For when you're feeling peckish. We should make this a regular thing, if you'd like..." That's what Natasha wants after all, isn't it? To spend time with him? Hope that she convince him of things? The least he can do is give her an opportunity.