<br/>He listened to the interaction between his wife and the guest with lacking curiosity, his attentions clearly captivated more so by the hand at his thigh which had his lips turning crookedly and handsomely at the prospect of such delicate fingertips travelling higher up his leg. When the nails dug into his flesh at the mention of ample coin he had spent against her bidding, Manius resisted a rather creature resembling groan of lusting. He placed his palm atop hers warmly and squeezed, causing the fingers to dig deeper into his tawny flesh.<br/><br/>“My Dominus.” A slave girl bowed low as she scurried towards him where she kneeled. Whilst his woman conversed he turned his probing eyes towards the young maiden. “Dominus, a brew erupted earlier amongst your subjects Lanista. Betwixt Berengarius and another.” She whispered to him only audible to his ears. After allowing himself the privilege of devouring her body with predatory intent, he stroked his knuckles down his jaw with the faint shadow of rough stubble.<br/><br/>“Then perhaps the discord may become more formal. Prepare them for the gathering of guests. They shall fight this night.” He rumbled in his rugged timbre, dismissing the slave with a wave of his hand. If his Gladiators sought to fight one another, then so be it, but they would do so to the amusement of his guests. Berengarius had a wild temper.... one Manius intended to douse, by one mean, or another.<br/>