Misa does her very best not to throw up in her mouth at the suggestion. Surely even Cesar wouldn't- no, based on his recent decisions, she can't rule it out for certain. He did come here, after all. What the hell else could he have expected from the doppelganger?

The feelings that the idea of Lazarus's ex having sex with someone who looks just like Lazarus provokes are confusing and plentiful. Misa slows down for a moment, but then pushes on as they reach a curtained-off portion of the club.

"Then we leave," she decides, steeling herself for whatever they might be walking into. She's here to clear up an obvious lie, not prevent Cesar from ruining his life completely. She is not a miracle-worker.