[i]The man is insufferable[/i] Quintus told himself after Marcus left to find a bathroom. After going through the usual pleasantries, Marcus got to business. They talked about Quintus' dad, his illness, his vast fortune, where it would go, etc. Marcus was only partially intelligible, but when he asked to use the restroom, Quintus paid him no mind. He took another sip from his wine when a though occured to him. "Where is Kala?" he said outloud.
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Marcus grasped Kala's wrist and laughed."You are far to pretty to be here with Quintus." He wrapped his free arm around the slave girl's waist. "Why don't you come home with me?" He leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss, but before he got close enough, his head jerked backwards. Quintus had a hand full of Marcus' hair and pulled him off of Kala. When Marcus let go, Quintus shoved him against a wall. Marcus reached into his toga for his knife, but was surprised to see Quintus' sword, unsheathed and in his fist. 

"I'd apologize if I were you." Quintus said in a quiet but grim voice.