Should he apologize? No, she knows he didn't mean it….doesn't she? Cesare paced outside the carriage, his stride increasing in its ferocity with each step. Juan looked on in distaste from where he was casually peeling an apple with his knife. He didn't know what had Cesare so aggravated but he knew it had to do with their sister. He had always attained the belief that significant thought should be expended on warfare, drinking and fucking, not on the whims of women. He scoffed loudly and chucked his apple peel in the direction of Cesare.
"Stop, you are making me sick with your constant movement." Cesare stopped and turned to look at Juan.
"Maybe a walk would be beneficial for you brother." Cesare called back, bending to pick up the discarded apple peel. "Did you know that an apple peel in water will reveal your true love's first initial?"
"Well for heaven's sake, grab a barrel, I must know the name of the next whore I fuck." Juan laughed.
"You love the whores you bed?" Cesare thought with the amount of whores Juan bedded, his heart and his cock must be exhausted.
"Is not loving and fucking the same?"
"Honestly, I could not say." Cesare looked thoughtfully at the carriage curtains, as if surely if he willed it enough he could see straight through.
"Brother you need to fuck more whores." Juan responded seriously, with a grim grin, before he sauntered away for his own walk.