There were perks to being a senator in Rome. Namely, an extravagant villa to call home. The servants to attend it and him were just below it on Hadrianus' list. It was always exciting to welcome a new slave into his home, especially one that belonged to the enemy. They always put up a bit of a fight to start with and it never failed to please him to see their poor spirits finally break. That would come later, however. They hadn't even met yet and he was sure the boy would need a bath and some food.<br/><br/>Hadrianus stood leaning against one of the marble arches, waiting for his men with the slave in tow. He seemed to have all the time in the world as he picked the dirt from his nails and surveyed his gardens. Finally, Hadriuanus put out his hand, signalling the men to stop where they were. Lorne was just a few menacing feet away from his master. Even amongst the looming walls, Hadrian was the most intimidating thing there. He stood 5'8 with a resting bitch-face. The clothing he wore was loose but you could tell he had muscle. This was not a man Lorne would be able to overpower physically.<br/><br/>Every inch of Lorne's body was surveyed by his master. His face showed no sign of being pleased or displeased by what was presented to him. It was impossible to tell what was going on inside his head, until he finally spoke. "Take him to the baths. I want him thoroughly cleaned before being brought to me." With that, Lorne was forced to walk again. He would get a good look at the inside of the villa now, as he was escorted to the baths. More marble and servants with fruit, peeks into rooms with lavish decorations. Then, finally, he was scrubbed hard with soap and water was tossed over him. Once he was dried, he was given a clean tunic to wear. Now he was finally presentable.<br/><br/>Lorne was then escorted back out to the gardens where Hadrianus sat waiting for him on a seat. The servants had disappeared and now it was just the two of them and the few guards who had escorted him. A bowl of fruit was set out beside Hadrianus, mostly pears and dried figs, picked from his own orchid. "Sit." Hadrianus commanded. The guards shoved Lorne forward, expecting him to behave or suffer serious consequences.