[That sly smile doesn't budge. L's doppel isn't quite predatory, but he's not far from it, just close enough to be concerning.

Cesar can't leave like this, can he? It would be dangerously irresponsible.]

We're staying here, where he lives. There are beds upstairs.

[Suggestive headtilt. Cesar had to know that was coming.]

There's a kitchen too, but we're never there. "We", as in the two of us, as in I'm not getting fed. Ergo, I need this food just as much as he does.