Paniz quickly regretted having spoken at all the moment he looked at her; really looked at her. She couldn't even lie and say she had to go and run to his daughters side; she was right here. She closed her eyes and felt as if she might die when he touched her leg. She didn't want to whimper so instead she focused on the blush she could feel rising to her cheeks. Her whole body stiffened under his touch; though from the blush on her face it could have been for a number of reasons. She prayed to the gods he thought she was flinching because she was embarrassed.<strong>"Thank you Dominus."</strong>Pan managed to get out with out it sounding strained; forced, or stuttered. She was certain that Melete would have been proud of her.<br/><br/>When he gave her a command she did it; taking hold of the jug of wine and moving to sit at his feet; tucking her legs up and under her body and twisting to sit a bit more comfortably.<strong>"Yes Dominus."</strong>She said meekly; not lifting her eyes to look up at him. She didn't specify what she was supposed to be saying yes to. Whether it be a simple 'Yes I will tell what I think.' or 'yes I am Roman.' Though in her mind she was answering yes to being Roman. She didn't know what to think of his fighters. She knew what some of the other slaves thought. They were musclebound and stupid. She knew what her young mistress thought of them... though that brought an even deeper blush to her face. She knew what Melete thought; that you should always say good things about Korbis... And well. Maybe she did know what she thought of his fighters. Or one of his dead fighters anyways. Ass hole.<br/><br/><strong>"Though it is not my place to tell you about something I have no business in..."</strong>She started hoping that statement wouldn't make him upset; or that it would make him forgive her for having to take a time to think of her answer.<strong> "It's a known fact among the slaves of all of Rome, that even the emperor himself is envious of your house champion."</strong>Well... It could have been true. Too bad Pan had no idea if it was or not.<br/><br/>She would have tried to say more things to him about the gladiators that she's heard other slaves spout off, but female shrieking tends to distract you. She jumped in her seat and thank the gods she didn't spill any of the wine. Pan was now trembling though and gripping at the jug.<br/><br/>It wasn't the thought of pain and blood that made her tremble. Blood and pain didn't bother her like it once had. Since she tried to always be there when a slave was punished the moment they were brought back to their quarters. With clean water and a rag to try and prevent infection.  She was just a jumpy one when it came to the screams of women. No matter what the reason.<br/><strong><br/>"I'm sorry."</strong>She muttered. Closing her eyes and trying to calm her heart; she hoped her mistress would find a reason for the two of them to leave, and soon.