"I see." Cassius said slowly, nodding. "So that's what convinced you."
Then he smirked faintly as he thought of something.
"But tell me something, Carmela. What if I'm just acting? What if all of that supposed kindness I showed others was just a performance? What if I'm actually a manipulative bastard underneath it all and I was simply acting in front of you?"
Carmela scoffed immediately. "That's impossible."
He leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "Oh? And why's that?"
"Because." She said, her tone flat but confident. "If you were acting for my benefit, you'd have to know when I was watching you."
Cassius's grin widened. "Oh, but I did."
Carmela froze. "…What?"
"Yesterday." He said casually, counting off on his fingers. "You were hiding in the wine cellar. Before that, two days ago, up in the peach tree outside the courtyard. And three days ago, on top of the clock tower, watching me from above while I was talking to the guards."
Her eyes widened slightly. "You knew?"
