<div align="center"><strong>Cariad getting close to Patrocles</strong></div><br/>Cariad noted Patrocles rearranging himself and smiled. His words soon changed her smile into a look of uncertainty.<br/><br/><strong>"My behaviour and attitude? So it's a 'do as I say and you will get what you want' situation?"</strong>Looking over him, his erection hadn't gone unnoticed. It's restricted stance beneath his loincloth obvious, even to her. Her heart began to flutter in her chest as Patrocles looked into her eyes.<strong>"Friends, that I can do, without an issue. Intimate, may prove a little harder, I have not been taken, by any man."</strong><br/>Feeling her cheeks flush at the words that had escaped her lips, Cariad looked at the floor, closing her eyes.<br/><strong>"Who is Caris, and why does she hate you so?"</strong><br/><br/>On Patrocles' prompt Cariad walked into the first bedroom. It was cool, opulently decorated and furnished to the highest standard, but there was nobody in the room. Cariad walked over to the window, being careful not to step onto the balcony, for she would be seen by the Domina. The sounds of the fighting below drifted slowly up into the room. Turning to feel the sun on her back, Cariad sighed and smiled gently to Patrocles.