Cesare looked at his brother and then to Isaac and then back to his brother. Underneath his helmet, his expression changed to one of concern for his younger brother. "Is it really okay, Julis?" He said, a hint of concern and brotherly love in his voice. He turned his head back to Isaac and underneath his helmet his face turned back to the one of disgust he used with those other than his dear brother. "You know Julis doesn't like to say no." Cesare used a loud and almost commanding voice with Isaac, though it was still softer than the one he used with others still. Perhaps it was because Cesare had been softened up by Julis. In fact, it probably was that. Lifting his large left arm up he pat Julis' leg, reinforcing that nothing involving Julis got by without Cesare's say.