"Ah. Er." Cesare feels engulfed by a small whirlwind. Involuntarily, he brings up a hand to check his hair and smooth it down. "Master Xellos," he smiles as soon as he's got a grip of himself, "buona sera, buona sera. A meeting of the Muses, I take it?" Looking around, he can't deny the sudden surge and wash of wellbeing, wafting about and helping him relax his slightly panicked stance.
"Thank you, molto amabile. Umm, mulled wine would be nice. With galangal, if you have it?"