The answering silence makes Lazarus a little uneasy. He'd been trying to relate and giving it his best shot to grant Cesar some authority on a topic, but something has backfired. He watches for Cesar to type further on his tablet, and then, slightly anxiously, peers around to try to see his face. This approach is very unhelpful, as Lazarus' cheat sheet didn't describe anything even close to the brain-break written across Cesar's features.

Please don't make this strange... I thought we were moving away from that.

"I guess you don't know what it's like..." he says quietly. "I've never been masculine, so... if I sound weird, or even freakish, it comes from a place of wanting to improve in that area. If that means surrounding myself with meat, and choking it down, then... I really am committed. If I have a chance to be something like healthy, I don't want to blow it."