"Again," Cesare said to the bartender, motioning to their empty glasses, before turning his attention back to Musetta. His gaze was immediately drawn by the sight of her fingers against his forearm, trailing lightly over the sleeve of his jacket. His eyebrows rose and, slowly, his gaze slid up to the woman's face, his expression quizzical and slightly amused. Of course, meeting women in bars at night for drinks usually led in one direction, in Cesare's experience, although that direction could be diverted if needs be. Still, he was a little surprised and almost impressed at Musetta. She seemed self-assured and laid back and Cesare found that entirely attractive. It was for that reason that he didn't contemplate moving his arm away from her until their drinks arrived and he slowly lifted his hand to push her drink closer to her.
"So, how long before you're drunk enough to discuss good and evil?" Cesare asked, taking up his own drink and swirling it slightly so that the ice chinked against the side of the glass. "Or is it more of a case that, the more you drink, the more stark the contrast between the two become in your actions?" Cesare didn't think he'd have any objections to Musetta deciding to be less than 'good' this evening. He wasn't feeling all that 'good' himself, after all.