<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Patrocles with Livia</strong></span></span>,<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Caris and Cariad on the balcony</strong></span><br/><br/><strong><em>“Kneel with me Patrocles”</em></strong><br/><br/>He heard her command above the din of the battle below and saw her place a cushion on the ground beside her.  His eyes had been riveted on the match between the legion soldier and the gladiator.  He had to admit that the legionnaire had recovered nicely, even avoiding the thrust for his throat.  This may become more interesting to watch after all.  The size of the man did not in any way betray his dexterity or poise.  He had recovered more quickly than Patrocles would have thought possible, and apparently faster than his opponent had believed as well.  His acrobatic spin to avoid the sword thrust was nothing short of amazing, and he continued to see if he could follow it up with a counter attack to disarm her.<br/><br/>Now dropping his gaze to look upon his mistress he moved to kneel on the pillow that she had kindly provided for him.  Settling his greave covered shins on the soft pillowed material he settled down at her side, presuming nothing.  He looked down and gave a slight nod to her, acknowledging the command, his tone conveying obedience as well as the implied question as to what else she may require of him.<br/><br/><strong>Domina. </strong><br/>