"If it isn't my cuore mio, the light of my life, the moon and my sta--"

Caesar's words halt in his throat and he hums in thought when you narrow your eyes up at him; clearly not in the mood for his flirtatious remarks today.

"My, you're breathtaking even when angered, my love. Am I too much for you, hm?" His smile is charming and he clearly doesn't know when to stop his advances. He sits beside you and takes your hand in his, pressing the palm of your hand against his lips.

"Rough day?"