He shakes his head at her words of Galla.<br/><br/>"Ours is the dignity of song and story indeed. Heroes of legend we."<br/><br/>His thoughts then turned back to her otherwise usual talk of vicious pleasures. But she had halted on herself in them this time, and that was something at least, or at least to him. It might not have been actual consideration, but it was close, and close was sometimes what he had to settle for in Rome. More than sometimes.<br/><br/>He reached a hand forward despite the snakes, and rested in on her cheek, lingering in the cool touch on her soft skin, offering a thanks outside of his words.<br/><br/>"I know you go against impulse. I appreciate that. And no, they are not /so/ annoying I suppose. Perhaps an aquired taste."<br/><br/>He brushed a thumb back and forth before withdrawing his hand back to the scrolls at that.<br/><br/>He looks to Sibyl afterwards.<br/><br/>"Wisdom in that. Even were one somehow unconcerned with the potential carnage of such a thing, a crowd of the untrained, scattering every which witless way, would only impair anyone attempting anything. We don't lack for wealthy patrons however, so I imagine putting together one of our own would be entirely simple."