<em>"I do not understand. Why should you care if I experience pleasure?"</em><br/><br/>"Because I do," he answered Mohini, "Rome will have these lands.  She will devour your people and spit out their bones.  And you will pleasure and offer comfort to her soldiers as they do it.  You will pour them wine and give yourself to them as they rape you lands.  You will entertain them by feeding your slave sister like a babe."  He paused and glanced over then, listening and watching as the amazon cried out and clutched herself to Quintus.  When he returned his gaze and voice to Mohini there was a coldness that seemed well-practiced to both.  "I am simply wise enough in the ways of keeping people like cattle to know that without some promise of rest and pleasure the soul withers like a vine without water.  It is my task to make wine from you, and I will tend to your needs like any good farmer would."<br/><br/>The buzzing was a calming sound, the murmur of welcome voices and he smiled slightly as he gently lifted her free of his lap and set her down.    Rising to his feet, he seemed to pay his firm shaft no mind as he reached down for her.  "Time to fetch some water my pretty," he said.