....That wasn't what Cesare had expected. He squints at her for a second from under a furrowed brow, but ultimately pockets the ID. Fine. Whatever she wants to do. He's not judging.

"If this is an open invitation to your room, I'm afraid I don't intend on coming back here." This place is a hot mess and he doesn't find it charming, despite Lydia's attempts to twist it into something endearing.

"Next time, you can come to me." He gives her a small smile and reaches into his wallet, pulling out some money, presuming she has similar rates to Nancy, plus a generous tip.

"So you can buy another nice dress for next time we meet..."