Cesare's gaze on Natasha is intense. He's watching every pulse of the girl's veins, every slight drip of blood that escapes Natasha's lips and how the girl curls her fingers. It's a pretty sight.

But eventually he starts to notice the poor girl becoming woozy and unsteady, and Cesare puts a staying hand on Natasha's back to tell her it's time to stop for now. His word is his word.

"That's enough. We want to keep her around, don't we?"