Quintus had cast his eyes back to the horizon, for a moment thinking only of the man with the bull's head and what the dreams meant but the thoughts did not last as the woman Mesina approached the other and spoke to him once more... "Stimulate her?" he asked curiously though he figured he knew what she meant. Quintus was not a fan of taking a woman chained to the deck, though he wasn't totally opposed. He decided to wait and watch...<br/><br/>He saw the plight in the slave's eyes but he said nothing for now, just watching them. The idea that Mesina was preparing the girl to be pregnant seemed absurd, the slave must be making it up. It seemed odd to Quintus that the girl wanted to milk the other, and for some odd reason he felt his organ stiffen at the thought of it. He grinned and shook his head slightly the way a parent does at two arguing children...<br/><br/>"Why do you want to milk the wench...?" he said curiously...