I don't see why you're so mad, my little canary, his voice sounded almost desperate. The thing that made the situation even worse was that Geta didn't know how to act. This was the first time he had to follow someone around like a beaten puppy that demanded its master's affection. He only shouted his incomprehension and gesticulated impotently, accompanying his movements with the quiet rustling of expensive fabric and the clatter of jewels against each other on his fingers. Stop! ... Now! That's an order! Geta shouted, then stopped himself, humiliated to be chasing a woman all over the palace like that. The sun was at its zenith, making the corridors of the palace sparse on dramatic shadows, offering only a comfortable state between light and shadow. And how adorable she looked at this moment! With that face of hers, which showed that there wasn't a drop of noble blood in her, yet draped in those luxurious fabrics and gold. His little jewel, worth the whole treasury of Rome. I'm sorry, my dear, you brought me to this point yourself... Geta immediately softened in face and tone. My love, why don't you tell me what is troubling you so much? We can play this game as long as we like afterwards. I will gladly be your predator and you be my little lass. Geta took a couple of steps closer to her and took her hands in his, his thumbs stroking her knuckles. Angry, she's only more beautiful, Geta thought. His heart overflowed with love as another fierce lightning flash of her gaze reached him. Tilting his head to the side, he continued. What is it ... Aren't you my only woman? The concubines in my harem wither without attention like second-rate flowers, existing only to be servants to you. Didn't I kill my own brother for you? Bastard trespassed on my golden canary and paid for it. What more does your little heart want? Who do I have to quarter to make you happy? Geta put her hand to his cheek, kissed her palm. What's troubling you?