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[naytheist]

Think of you differently? Why would I?

[He frowns. This has always been about Jon's poor behavior, not Lucrezia's. In his eyes, she can still do no wrong, and hasn't even come close to doing so anyway.]

[pontificus]

You seemed so upset when you realized what I must do to regain my form. And now this? With Jon?

[Please don't make her regret her decision to sign with him. She's looking up at him, watching his reaction carefully. Her fingers slip through the folds of his shirt, holding on close to him.]

[naytheist]

[If Cesare were the type to blush, he would do so now. Instead he smiles and looks down for a moment.]

Sis, I am aware you are a woman. My dear nephew rather gave that fact away...

[pontificus]

It is different here-- it is out in the open. There are no scandals here. [She looks at him directly. It is simply duty, though to be touched gently and to be cared for is something she does enjoy. Is it wrong of her? Does he think less of her.]

Will you seek out any men I find favor in or do you truly find fault in Jon?

[Is it more than tainting her name?]

[naytheist]

Jon is a cad and a scoundrel. [And he actually believes it. Perhaps deep down in his subconscious he is destined always to loathe Lucrezia's lovers. But he himself does not see it.]

I believe you deserve far better.

[pontificus]

[There is a huff, though there is no fight behind it. She doesn't want to argue, and she did ask his opinion. She falls quiet though, wishing she had found out on her own. Pulling from him, she decides she tired now.]

Will you let me make that decision? [Since she hardly gets to make any decisions on her own. She knows it must be hard for him, so her question isn't accusing or angry. She just wants to stretch her legs here, now that the issue of her contract is over.]

[naytheist]

[Cesare lets out a long sigh but nods, looking away. She's listening to him. That's something.]

Of course, Sis. I hope he is a better man than I believe him to be. [Though somehow he doubts it.]

end?

[pontificus]

[She tries to give him a smile, but it doesn't make it to her eyes.]

I will find out.