César makes himself relax. No use being paranoid. Black Knight wouldn't be able to hire someone who could care to save her life. No one who could would want to work for her. ... save for him. For good reasons. The end justify the means, the ends justifies the means....

He smiles weakly. "Do you have children, Doctor Watson? You have... t-the Stern Father Face down to a science." He had meant the words to be a teast; he hadn't meant that moment of wavering weakness.

It's alarming, really. His mental fortitude against showing his emotions is greatly weakened. César should've known. After today's events, staying up far too late, and not properly nourishing his body... Sleep. Sleep is the only thing he should be doing.

"You won't hear me argue. A nap is precisely what I need."