<b>House Aurelia</b><br/><br/>Lucia received some small sense of satisfaction as the dozing, older soldier snapped to alertness at her call.  She paused to answer his question, wanting to see how he reacted to their destination.  "My uncle runs the finest brothel in all of Rome."  She said with a hint of pride and amusement in her voice.  She had to admit that he was somewhat difficult to read, though perhaps there just wasn't much going on between his ears.  Of course that thought made her wonder what he might have going on between his thighs.  He was so different from her father, whom she felt she could read quite well, obviously she needed more experience with such things.<br/><br/>As he called her by name she decided to remind him of his place.  "That sounds a bit too intimate, though perhaps you will grow into it."  She said as her eyes trailed down along his body as if imagining just how intimate they might become.  She thought of telling him to call her Miss Lucia but the second part of his question had her feeling small and insignificant.  She hated feeling that way so with a little wicked grin she decided to say "you may call me Mistress Aurelia."  She used her most supercilious tone and hoped he didn't laugh in her face as she was just a young girl and he was such a seasoned veteran.<br/><br/>She wanted to ignore his question about her travels.  She didn't want to admit that she had barely even seen much of Rome, let alone the rest of the world.  While Rome was an empire spanning the known world, Lucia's world was largely contained by the walls of her father's estate.  She tried to remember if she had ever gone anywhere without her father but she couldn't think of an example.  This was something of an adventure for her, even if it was just to her uncle's brothel, somewhere her father despised her going which might have been why she wanted to go.  Cadmus was certainly able to read her, she was not at all content, and it bothered her to realize that fact, even more so to have it pointed out by a servant.