"I was under the impression, yes," Cesare murmurs. Bad enough Miquel and Xellos walked all over him with their strange dealings.
And there's that. He doesn't miss the scars, especially those of the Mal Francese which had touched his face - one of the reasons he shaved so rarely. And he likes being light, unburdened. "Dama Fortuna gave me a pleasant aspect, so I do not complain. And it is indeed as if I had stepped into an enchanted spring. But it seems that age and sprezzatura go together," he sighs. Compared to before, he feels like a bumbling boy, and he's quite, quite sure that his first try at being 16 was better. After all, he already was a doctor of both laws then. "Besides," he leans forward and whispers, "what will Donna Isabel say?"