The prospects that the man posed were … Odd to Ajax, or at least the majority of them were. The gorgeous man adored his family, he wished nothing but happiness for his wife and daughter, but the idea that one or both of them could lift themselves onto level ground with men was preposterous. There was thing he could agree with though, and it was that men should be able to express their love for whomever they wished without fear of judgement. While it wasn’t necessarily discouraged for boys to have relations within Grecian society, there was also a certain level of social suicide that occurred for men in same sex relationships, especially if it was public knowledge who was the penetrated out of the pair. It was also never assumed that the pairings were meant for anything but sexual gratification. Men were expected to wed women in the end, and Ajax agreed to the point that one should be able to express their love in a manner that wasn’t looked upon as solely erotic attraction.<br/><br/>The man was jarred from his thoughts as Maximus extended a hand, and the elegant finger that protruded from the very end of it was pointed to him. Ajax lifted a hand upwards to rest over his chest and he knit his brow together as the question was posed at him specifically. Suddenly he could feel eyes boring into him from all sides and he glanced around anxiously in response, clearing his throat ever so slightly before speaking.<br/><br/>“Well, my friend, it is well known by my fellow Athenians that I believe that whatever goes on in the privacy of a man’s home should be kept within the walls of said home, so long as there’s no harm befalling anyone,” he began softly, his eyes flickering around anxiously once again. He could feel the burning glares of men daring him to say anything further, and they send a visible shudder through his body. However, he continued, “And I believe that who a person loves is out of their hands. If one of my brethren were to fall for their slave boy tomorrow, I’d have no qualms with blessing their love. If Aphrodite and Eros see fit to bind them in the matters of the heart than who am I or anyone else to pass judgement?” His words were met with a ripple of murmurs, and he glanced around one last time before looking to Max, his freckled cheeks having been touched with a rosy bit of blush. He smiled at the stranger with the fiery locks, his entire expression and demeanour exuding warmth and welcoming, as he generally did.<br/><br/>Ajax remained there for the rest of the man’s lecture. Even when the heavens decided to open up and a cool rain began pelting the speaker and his listeners, he remained. Even as the crowd gradually thinned, and eventually Ajax was left among only a few stragglers as the man wrapped up his teachings, he remained. He may not have agreed with every bit of information that passed the travelers lips, but he couldn’t deny the fact that some of his ideas were truly fascinating. He had so many questions, so much he was curious about as the man’s words clawed at his mind. Some unknown force urged him forwards, an unspoken desire to press back against the social norms he was wedged into, perhaps? Or was something deeper at work? He wasn’t entirely sure, all he knew was that he simply had to speak to the stranger. He had to know more about his teachings, and perhaps even about him.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, Sir?” he murmured as he stepped up slowly towards the steps, moving so he was just one level below his desired company. “I must say that I’m incredibly interested in these ideas you’re speaking of,” he admittedly softly before reaching out a hand in offering, “My name is Ajax Katsaros, and your name might be?” He paused briefly to await the man’s response before a polite smile lit up his handsome features, his deep brown eyes crinkling pleasantly at the edges as he did so. “I’d love to speak with you more about your teachings,” he gaze swept over the dirty vagabond briefly, “But first, have you anywhere to stay? I’d be glad to take you into my home for bread, wine, and a bath if you have nowhere to retire to. The weather is far too foul to remain out on the streets.” Ajax was a kind man, his wife often claimed he was far too kind. But in this case his kindness, he felt, was warranted. Nearly no one deserved to be cast out on the streets in such conditions, certainly not such a seemingly pleasant if not mildly radical gentleman.