In the frock coat, Cesare's scent lingered, the same fragrance Eileen had encountered in the Emperor's Throne Room earlier. The discomfort from the smell of tobacco dissipated, replaced by a comforting sensation in her nose.
Eileen cautiously adjusted the hem of the coat, its texture feeling soft and warm in her hands, likely due to Cesare's lingering warmth within it.
Not content with how Eileen wore it, Cesare adjusted the coat once more, gently wrapping it around her. Then, tapping Eileen's nose with his finger, he asked, "The garden?"
"Not yet…"
"Why not yet?"
Cesare glanced at the footman, who had been guiding Eileen. The footman stashed the handkerchief wrapped around the cigarette butt and reported.
"The delay was due to the two of them engaging in conversation."
