Cesare pauses for a moment, his breathing heavy as he looks at her, his hand still on her arm. He's not above killing her. He's done far worse to far more important people in his lifetime, even when sober. What's one more death on his hands? But something in him stops him and he releases her from his grip. The look he gives her though is filthy.

"Don't step foot in The Angelo again." He knows precisely what he's doing when he says that, taking away yet another location from her when she's already lost a lot. It's designed to hurt and make things difficult for her. If she doesn't want to sell herself tonight then she doesn't need to sell herself in his home either. He takes a step back towards his friends, still glaring at her. He raises his hands slightly, as if defending himself before throwing them out wide.

"You are released. Congratulations."