Cesare regarded Georgia as if she were a particularly mangled corpse, though one worthy of a lot more uncertainty than simple curiosity. She was odd and added a level of confusion to Cesare's categorization of her. She was a woman no doubt, but very unlike any woman he'd seen before. Both in in attitude and appearance. The short hair spoke of religious intent, but the other aspects of her dress claimed masculinity and... And witchcraft. Which he still hadn't ruled out as a possibility.
"How do you intend to bleed me," he said, looking over the curious set of items she brought with her, "witbout a knife?" Physicians opened the veins and drained the blood of their patients to cure them. It was said to flush the system of its diseases or something. He was no physician and understood little of medicine medicine and was therefore lost on the particulars. Which prompted the thousand questions. He wanted answers and knowledge for the questions he asked. He hated being left unaware.
But, hesitating, it took a long moment for the man to finally extend his arm. He held it out to her, palm unward. Okay, it was more a dead relax on his lap than anything, but they'd make due with what strength Cesare felt necessary--or able--to expend.
"When you're done with my blood," he continued. "You'll destroy the remains of it." His tone didn't change, he added no emphasis or threat, bht spoke with truth and certainty that he believed in. "If you use it for witchcraft, I will see you burned." If he survived, but that went without saying.