Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

She does not answer to woman. To that, a buttery laugh falls from his lips. My apologies, domina, his head lowers to a bow. does that title suit you better? Or was that something Crispinus called you only in the bedchambers?
The water's edge feels like a saving grace from Iuppiter. Two forepaws graciously dip below the surface of the pool. Blackened lips part as slow sips are taken as if it is a flavorful wine. The word of settling makes his ears twitch.
Settle? of course it would be the Greek's idea. A pearl of water drips from his chin as he raises his own head to look at her once more. She awaits his own thoughts — as if she would even take them into consideration.
He is quiet. The Romans were people who sought expansion, outreach, triumph — but an allegiance with the Macedonians? Would his father have ever approved of such a thing?
But then again, did he need to?
When was the last he had even seen him?
That needs to be discussed between the four of us, nostrils aflare, he points his gaze to the pair of Macedonians. all four of us. That is a big decision. And besides, his paw juts outward. what are Romans if not for the people? and what did that make her?