He smiled, just a bit, but it was gentle for all that, nodding to them both. He had been reading Cicero's works now it seemed, which Sthenae knew was enough of a tell that he was in a poorer mood. He hated Cicero as much as he hated anyone. Personally.<br/><br/>"We are both monsters and freaks Sthenae. Alluring appearance though we might be given all the same."<br/><br/>He began to look through the scrolls before him.<br/><br/>"Still, these ones inflict themselves in cruelty on such innocents as there are. And so are worse than we."<br/><br/>And a sigh.<br/><br/>"A Judean. Unfortunate to find among otherwise pillagers and power mad creatures, though the Amazon is nearly as bad. Their land breeds a certain... fanaticism. As though their generations of suffering have weighed them down to the point where something has come disjointed in their souls. A people who have defined themselves through monomania and survived on nothing but its bittern devotion for thousands of years are not to take lightly. It will be a poor idea to take her alive."<br/><br/><br/>