Cesare smiles at the compliment, tilting his head slightly to say thank you.

"A proper occasion needs a proper suit," he explains. He doesn't comment on her appearance, thinking it improper at her event, while he's trying to be respectful and professional. But the way he allows himself to look over her gently makes it clear that he finds her pretty easy on the eye.

"And that's pretty good for an Islington Nest member, isn't it? I'm not permitted to think any other way." He says permitted with a wrinkle of his nose and a slight roll of his eyes. For someone who seemed so keen on keeping things fair and diplomatic, everything Jean-Claude has done so far seems a lot like a dictatorship. Cesare doesn't exactly approve.