César's eyebrows go up at that glower. He isn't offended. This sort of thing is incredibly violating, and people come from all sorts of terrible situations, here.

"Fair enough." César shrugs, looking faintly disappointed, crossing his arms. "Do you want company, do you need anything, or would you rather I shove off?"

What he can do for the other man is incredibly limited, so he gives him the one thing he can think of: a sliver of control in his current situation.