Now that they were sitting closer, Hadrianus got a good look at his slave's face. He was pretty, just his type really. Lorne would also be able to tell now that Hadrianus had typically Roman features, brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, sharp jawline and a roman nose. These features alone wouldn't make him much to look at but his body and the way he carried himself made him look rather handsome, if slightly arrogant. Considering his position, that arrogance made sense but it probably wouldn't make it any less infuriating to someone like Lorne.<br/><br/>When Lorne spoke up, Hadrianus seemed surprised that he knew Latin and it showed just the tiniest bit on his face. "Hadrianus. However, I like the way you say Dominus." Recognising that Lorne probably wasn't entirely fluent in Latin Hadrianus took his time with his words, making sure the other would be able to understand him. He took his chin in his hands and tilted it upwards. "Tell me." His eyes were clearly examining his face now that he was closer. "What is your name, Lupa?" He wasn't sure if Lorne would be aware of what this word meant. It generally translated to a female wolf but generally amongst more common sort of folk it often referred to a prostitute. Of course, Hadrianus would be lucky enough not to have to pay for Lorne's services.<br/><br/>It was almost like a challenge. He stared down into his slave's pretty hazel eyes, waiting for his answer. If the either of them looked away, or if he stuttered in his answer, it was clear who would have won.