[Perhaps unfortunately for Effy, Cesare has a bit of a quirk to him: as a man with a style of tactile interactions, firm grips and quick movements, he has a propensity towards reading someone's body language over their words. A man should be judged by their actions, after all, and as such Cesare makes no attempt to retreat, doesn't even consider it, and instead looks at her, squinting slightly, his jaw gently clenching and the smallest of smiles forming on his lips.
He is still a gentleman, though, and as such he lets go of her arm, letting his hand fall to his side. This girl isn't a threat, he thinks. Suspicious? Yes. Interesting? Most definitely. But he can talk to her without having to guard himself against her trying to stab him in the neck.
He doesn't look away when he speaks to her, his gaze steady, confident and calm.]
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He is still a gentleman, though, and as such he lets go of her arm, letting his hand fall to his side. This girl isn't a threat, he thinks. Suspicious? Yes. Interesting? Most definitely. But he can talk to her without having to guard himself against her trying to stab him in the neck.
He doesn't look away when he speaks to her, his gaze steady, confident and calm.]
What is your name?