Cesare doesn't want to talk about the mess. He doesn't even want to think about the mess. He wants to talk terms so that they can get down to why he came here in the first place.

He turns her around and presses up against her so that he can speak to her while he toys with the zip of her dress, somewhat ignoring her shameless hint that he should take off his clothes. He'll get to that.

"So any hard nos I should know about?" he asks, leaning in against her ear. "Any definite yeses?" Cesare's purchasing the services of a whore, yes, but he likes to give them a decent time when he can. That's half the fun for him.