[L's doppel doesn't seem afraid that they'll fall; in fact, he appears to anticipate it, watching the moment with bated breath and only releasing it in a tense sigh when Cesar's again steady on his feet.]

Why make this harder than it has to be? I'm here too. You have me. I thought that meant something but instead you're touching him, after throwing food at me like a zoo animal. How is that supposed to make me feel?

[He's unfairly demanding of someone who can't easily answer him; it's the kind of move he clearly thinks will force Cesar to put down Lazarus, or else try to communicate something favorable through the subtleties of expression that the doppel is adept at reading where Lazarus is not.

It's also clear that it had better be favorable.]