Tulius was rebellious but he did not want to cause any embarrassment to Melina. This is why the Roman stepped ahead when he noticed his push had been too strong and she had fallen on her ass on the ground. He leaned forwardand when he was offering her his hand to help - after all, to a certain extent, she had gained his respect after the fight, he began to say. "Sorry, Melina, I did not...".<br/><br/>Tulius could not finish his words as she slapped his face. What was she trying to do? To humiliate him? He considered himself as a prisioner of war, not as a slave. Melina should not be doing that. As his face returned to his original position, his eyes locked at hers. His entire body was ready to defend himself, whether she tried to kick him or punch him. His gaze was virile, somehow challenging her. Deep inside, he wanted to be friends of her. But something was telling him this was not going to be the case.<br/><br/>"I do not want this to end bad, Melina...", he said in a low voice so that the other slaves could not hear.