"Be glad of it," Cesare mumbles sullenly, then traces the rim of the glass and licks wine off his finger, "because that particular Giustinian was a cunt. The loftier the name, the bigger a cunt, y'know?" Oops. That was candid. "Forgive my crudeness," Cesare mouths. "I hear his family spawned a few doges. But!" he rallies, "capitano, si prega, tell me of your Venice."