Varius had heard the offer for a fight and his eyes seemed to light up with amusement as he looked towards the slave that was coughing up the contents of his lunch.  He turned back to Dontu as he went about explaining that they were nothing more then property to be seen and admired for their skills, they were still not free men.  Varius didnt care so long as much bloodshed could be had, for the crackle of skulls between his meaty hands would most please his hunger for war.  The order to have his loincloth undone would go without question, the masters mistress wanted to see what other goods the gladiator had to offer.  The cloth undone and dropped to the sides to fall to the sands below leaving Varius standing there naked and on display.  Nothing fazed him for there had been battles fought naked, or near to nothing, to him it was all natural, the way mother earth had intended him to be.   He would stand there arms crossed over tree trunk like arm and a perked brow on his face towards the females whose station was higher them himself.