<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5d/c9/17/5dc917f90d5ae211448e3ba5974dc52f--centurion--michael-fassbender.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Markus Antonius Verus<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Senator<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Evening l August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium; Near Impluvium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Similar to this (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/413yKlmyb0L._UX385_.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelia, Petellia<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/a<hr/>The delighted grin on her lips did not go unnoticed by Antonius. Instead his eyes continued to linger on her with slight interest, remaining locked on her expression as she took the goblet of red decadence from his hand and began taking a few several sips of the rich wine he’d brought her. He also took a glance at the other lady as she took the wine he’d given her and began idly sipping it as she continued to speak to Aelia. He didn’t pay much attention to the words she spoken to her. Instead he was slightly preoccupied with the way Aelia was pressing her backside against his hips, making him shift left and right so that she would feel just as much of him as he was feeling of her. Since there was no wine in his hands, they didn’t bother being idly at his side. Not since she was busy pressing into him. Instead he sunk one of his hands forward to caress softly along her waistline, lightly petting over her waist, as his other hand brushed itself across the back of her head to sink through that mess of hair. It was probably more personal than she might be comfortable with, but considering this was the bacchanalia he had no interest in hiding his interest in her.<br/><br/>His hand in her hair did pause twice, however. The first time he paused his touches was when Aelia mentioned how her husband might be buried in the woman before them. A slight smirk eased its way across his lips, he couldn’t help but now as he faintly brushed his lips along her cheek before letting them sink across the length of her jaw as he muttered under his breath.<em>"I think you’re right..Even I have to admit she would certainly be a prize to be buried inside. In fact it might have been me buried in her, rather than your husband, if it wasn’t for the fact.."</em>He mumbled lightly under his breath as he leaned forward, bringing his lips to her earlobe so that she’d feel that heated breath of his brushing across her ear.<em>"Of course.. To be fair. The only reason I’m not is because I found something.. so much more enticing.. and pleasant."</em>His breath lingered on her ear for just a moment as that hand on her waist lightly tapped across her waist, brushing his fingers further forward to work across her stomach as he continued to slightly lean her toward him.<br/><br/><em>"Oh.. looks like she’s wandered off."</em>The voice of his returned, the second pause to his touches across her body now coming as he turned his attention to the nymph that was making her way away from the both of them, before deciding to address the fact that Aelia was still addressing him so formally. There was an idle press of his lips to her cheek, just under her jawline.<em>"Your husband calls me Antonius. That same curtesy if of course extended towards you Aelia. Should you wish it."</em>