"You'd be right," Cesare said, tipping his drink just a little towards her before lifting the glass to his lips and drinking deeply. He'd need to pick up the pace if he was going to get in those good few drinks that they agreed he deserved.
"The drinks?" Cesare questioned, an interested tone flavoring his voice. "Or my scintillating company?" There definitely was a big difference between drinking alone and drinking with company, and then there was the differences between different types of company. Some, like Musetta's company, had the effect of making Cesare's whole body feel alive with excited tension. If anything could make a day worthwhile, in his opinion, it was that kind of feeling. That was what made life interesting, after all - that sense of uncertainty yet expectation all at once - the thrill of the game of cat and mouse. Except Cesare hadn't quite figured out who was the cat and who was the mouse in this situation. He was curious to see how it turned out.