Her perfectly shaped fingernails ran back and forth along her chin as she watched him, his words grinding against her nerve endings as yet she'd been taught from an early age to told tight to a facade of indifference or at least one of relaxed emotionality. Darkened jade eyes traced along his handsome face, the stubble on his chin and cheeks nothing more than a sign to her that it'd been no more than a day since he'd been allowed to clean himself and shave. He was lovely to look upon, the strong movements of his upper body showed strength beyond imagination and yet he was weary and tired. Perhaps more so from the trip than the emotional roller coaster that he'd been on, but she'd guess it was a bit of both if cornered to speak reality. 

She nodded at him. "Its the look in your eyes that tells me that you mean me no harm. You appear to be intelligent enough to not bow before the appropriate time and you've made it this far in a journey meant to bring you harm I would imagine, so a moment of pleasure before death seems less likely, but I could be wrong." A soft smirk formed on her lips and she simply shook her head, long chestnut locks moving about her as she did. Her hands dropped to her side, touching the edge of her sapphire satin gown and playing with the material as he continued to speak. 

Little did he know that the sound of his voice gave her subtle hints as to his personality, her studies of people and history itself giving her insight into things beyond that of what her age might allow. The deep timbre of his voice was hinted with honor and politeness, his deep masculine tones telling her that he was not afraid, but rather confident in himself regardless of the situation laid before him. He was strong and showed only a few small cuts and bruises, the rest of his body from what she could observe seemed to be unharmed. It simply meant that he won more often than not. There was no way her father would bring a slave to defend her honor if he were not the best... if he were not the gladiator of the other gladiators. So many tale tell signs of his strength, this ability and his character. She kept all these things to herself, speaking only when he paused and looking upon him in earnest hopefulness. 

Her face flushed at one comment and she spoke up, a bit of strength in her response as she stepped forward and squared her shoulders, "No one deserves bondage. No one should hold the power to remove from man the only thing that makes him man - his humanity. That emperors and generals find it fitting to belittle and strip other males of their dignity and place in the natural order of things makes me ill to the depths of my soul."

She let him finish, quite unsure what his last remark meant. Treat him like a man? She tilted her head to the side a little, pondering on what he could possibly mean by that. What else would she treat him like? He didn't know her well enough to know that she would give respect when he earned it and she would speak to him as an equal because he, like herself were capable of speaking to each other in a manner that bleed respect and humanity at best. She let the comment slip, simply nodding before moving to the door of her room and opening it, a guard turning toward her as if he thought harm had befallen her. 

"What is it, princess? Is something wrong?" He moved toward her as if to enter the room. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back out with care. 

"We're hungry. Have the chef prepare a platter of food from the party and send it with crimson wine as soon as possible." She touched her stomach and beckoned the guard move and close the door. Turning to Verus she simply stood still, her hand on her tummy and a look of genuine concern on her pretty face. "When is the last time you had a meal?"