It's a bit offensive, this. The way Cesare sees it, he's the brain and Miquel is the brawn, only now Miquel is getting this faster than he, and that's just not... on. Then again, Miquel also looks at least thirty, while Cesare is still firmly, (firmly) in the grip of puberty, so perhaps there's his advantage, and and-
"Are you listening, caro?"
"Huh? Che dice?" Cesare blurts.
Miquel shakes his head, then gives Xellos an apologetic look. Sorry about that. You wouldn't believe it but he once was an ingenious strategist. Feared for his ruses. Nothing ever escaped him. "I told Ser Xellos that the Mal Francese has damaged your brain," he scoffs.
"Has not!" Cesare nearly jumps up to throttle Miquel, then remembers the circle. "Uh. Scusi. - Has not!" he hisses.
"So what do you propose?" With a genteel, attentive inclination of his head, Miquel turns to Xellos.