"Import, of course." If i wasn't exactly love he was brought up with, it was a sense of importance.
Eager to evade, happy to avoid, grasping for any straw that allows him to prevaricate, Cesare ponders this, then does a volte-face. "So how do you do it? How does Master Iago do it? Am I mistaken when I take you for men of action, used to conquering? Then how do you, did you--- do it? Settle down?"