It might have been entertaining.  Watching the stolid Argentum carry the slave girl out of the room when she had passed out.  Might have, except Sthenae knew him well enough to know likely he would put the girl somewhere safe.  Where she would be able to rest.  It was a shame really, she would have liked to have seen the girl broken in hard and rough.<br/><br/>“Of course we were misled..”  The Monster frowning as she would stroke the crimson snake, gently drawing her fingers along cool scale.  “The girl seems to be an idiot.  Perhaps she might have fared well against other.. human.. warriors..  Though even that would seem a question, seeing as where she is now..  But she seems little use to.. us..”  Those slitted eyes drawing slowly over the satyr as he would push himself against the bar.  This one she had seen little of, since she preferred to keep her own company, or to bother Argentum..  Thus she let her gaze linger on him for a moment, studying.  “Why are we wasting our time on her when we should be discussing.. well..”  Her hand waving around the room lightly.  The man had given some bit of explanation, but none of it really made any sense to her.. How could a -slave- help them one tiny bit, one way or another.  Why did it matter if she was settled, or chained to Catulus' bed every night.  It was quite frustrating, all told.  The gorgon nodding her head to Sybil's words, which seemed to echo her own thoughts rather well.  “She is pretty, but really, nothing more than a bedwarmer.. That I can see..”<br/><br/>Though before he could even begin to answer her real questions the man seemed to take it into himself to contact someone, rushing out of the room without so much as a pleasant good bye.  “Well.. at least something..”  Sthenae would take the profiles, several of them, opening the one on top and perusing the information therein.  “The Numidian Brute..”  Whispered quietly as she would begin to look over the scroll.  Her silent perusal rather rudely interrupted as the girl came in, flitting about like some sort of deranged butterfly.  The Gorgon would smile as the girl called her a vile bitch, her head tilting, merely staring at the creature.  It was.. difficult.. to not simply make her shut up in the easiest manner, yet soon enough her butterfly like attention span was on someone else.. or rather.. something else.<br/><br/>“You know, slave girl, I suppose it would be a pleasant background to have your ass lifted over the bar while Dionysios here makes pleasant use of you..”  Of course, the two of them seemed rather intent upon one another, no doubt such would begin to happen on its own, soon enough.  Smiling to Sybil.  “Perhaps we should retire to the library and discuss matters of more Importance as the girl here is.. tamed?”  Perhaps it was what Catulus meant, perhaps not, but the monsterous girl would carefully gather the scrolls against her chest, moving towards the door, she knew that it was likely she would find Argentum in the tiny library, and really, she would be able to focus better without the girl's shrill condemnations in the background of her thoughts.