Varius would look towards the mistress of the house, what did he have to prove.  He did things that were asked of him, might not get the mark, he would show her.  He would go and remove his loincloth and set it aside as he went to cross his arms again and wait for the wives to get their fill. He looked towards Cecil and narrowed his eyes slightly at the older man.  He said nothing to the mistress thou he did take and stare her right back into the eyes.  Keeping his expression the same as it always has been, cold, forboding, and firece.  For nothing said in the books that Thracian were nice people, more like bloodthirsty barbarians.  For now he would do as he was ordered, he was not what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to be was in battle, in war.