Varius would tilt his head a little as he looked down at the fallen gladiator and spat upon him.  He would turn away and walk to pick up his loincloth and then look to Dontu.  He would not say anything thou as he went to go and roll up his loincloth and await his own orders.  He was ashamed to have taken such a match as the gladiator was not worth the spit wasted upon him.  Varius would stand at attention and await his next order of business, if anything was required of him or if he was free to head back to the gladiators cell.