After accepting the slave girls hand and lifting himself up, Quintus decided that he put a concerted effort to not looking like a fool. "Brennus, I can take the tour from here. Go get some sleep." Brennus, not quite fully composed, bowed his head. "Are you sure, milord?" Quintus waved him off. "Anything to take my mind of off... you know." The young Roman motioned to his father's bedroom door. Brennus nodded and left the hallway. With him gone, Quintus turned to the young slave girl.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I at least owe you that much for embarrassing you like that." Snapping to attention, the young Roman gave a military salute. "Quintus of the Lutaii, called Catullus. Although Quintus is fine. I never got your name, by the way."