Musetta was elegant, that was for sure. Cesare watched, slightly amused, as she shook her head so that her long, dark hair glistened in the dim light of the bar.
"I haven't decided yet," Cesare replied, the smirk still in place at the corner of his mouth. "I suppose that depends," he added. He was actually very good at playing the well mannered, well tempered gentleman when the occasion called for it and Musetta was definitely making it a rewarding game for him. However, he could also drop the façade with a moment's notice and become the darker, more dangerous Cesare who had won him a place heading his father's political campaign. The person he was very definitely depended on the company he was in and, right now, that was Musetta. He could be gentlemanly for her or he could drop that and be the devil that always lurked beneath his cool, calm surface. He'd be looking to her for his cues, although he had an idea of who he'd like to be with her tonight.
"How was my day?" Cesare answered with a gruff bark of a laugh. Somehow small-talk felt wrong in this situation - almost naive - but he supposed he could indulge for now. "My day was busy," he said, the amusement clear in his tone. "Just like every day," he added, taking another sip of his drink. People said that he must have an easy ride, working for his father but, in fact, the opposite was true. Rodrigo Borgia did not go easy on his son and Cesare always felt more of a need to prove himself than anyone else on the campaign team, especially since everyone knew he'd only got the job as a favor. As a result, Cesare worked almost every moment of the day and night, arranging, emailing, telephoning, meeting people, but tonight was a night for himself and he wasn't going to dwell on work.
"What about you?" he shot back, raising his dark eyebrows a little. "How was your day?"