Some very odd things are happening to Xellos's face, Cesare notes. It's intriguing, and not unattractive, even if the quicksilver shift feels unsettling.
Xellos swiftly goes back to busying himself with the food, and Cesare makes an appropriate show of watching intently. He appreciates it, really - food is important. And what currently passes for food on the High Street makes his ulcers act up just from smelling it. Chin propped on the heel of a hand, he ponders what Xellos just said.
"It is," he concludes at last. "It is strange. A whole layer of varnish just stripped away, no longer having to guard every private moment, no uncounted spies relaying every word you say to Mantua, Ferrara, Milano, to Spain and Napoli. Obscurity, Ser Xellos. I am undecided whether it's a blight or a blessing."