Cesare is silent for a spell. Then he takes a deep breath. "Two very valid points you raise there, of shapes unusual, and of company not necessarily meaning companionship." Splaying his fingers on his thighs, he looks at them - ungloved, unberinged.
"A priest, you say. Mh." He lifts one hand and turns it in the candlelight. "I once had the power to bind and to loosen. To lift away sin, to absolve, and to bestow God's blessing. There are those who argue that the sacrament can not be compromised, did you know? That it's valid no matter what, even if the man bestowing it is... unworthy."
After another pause his head comes up sharply. "See, I was not a very good priest. Neither was I a very good prince. But those are the only two occupations I know, the only pastimes I was trained for."