"Oh, we can use my sash as a temporary measure, until I can get some actual linen," Xel says, despite the obvious fact that he isn't wearing it. "It's not ideal," he smiles, "being too stretchy, but it's done duty that way before." Then he looks at Cesare in a sort of horror. "You don't have any eggs?"
He nods into Iago's shoulder, ignoring the Romans' jealousy because, damn it, it is their turn to suffer in the face of other people's comfort. "He's nodding," he translates. "I would call it a fact, but I can definitely do something with him," in a tone of rock-certain can-and-will, "and maybe with Cesare-kun too once one or two problems are sorted out."