[i]Oh, I'm going to like her[/i] thought Quintus as she left the room. She was fiery, untamed, maybe even out of control, but something about that made her very endearing. Quintus found her even more beautiful than before. That almost didn't seem possible. [i]I wonder if she hates me[/i], the Roman thought as he sheathed his sword. Marcus groaned and rubbed his shin, reminding Quintus that his cousin still needed to be dealt with. 

"Any further buisness can wait, cousin." said Quintus. "Get out of my house." The defeated Marcus nodded and rose to his feet and Brennus nearly picked him up by the scruff of his neck, but before anyone could leave, another slave ran into the room.

"Dominus!" the slave shouted. Quintus almost rebuked the slave for bursting into the room and yelling, but once Quintus saw the look on the slave's face, he knew what was going on. Pushing past Brennus and Marcus, he ran as fast as he could to his father's room.