"A quivering woman, and with child-- she does not appear the deadly serpent you give voice to." "She is wife of the fuck that would see us all to grave." "Yet not the man himself." "Crixus speaks of how she took Acer's life as fucking amusement of celebration." "Her heart is as venomous as Glaber's or any other Roman shit's." "A familiar song bleated from your fucking tongue." "You know my meaning, Lucius." "And mostly share in its low estimation." "Yet I would hold ourselves to higher standard." "Food for deadly prisoner." "Shall I draw her a warm bath as well?" "Consider meal for the child, unless you fear it shall take up sword against you from fucking womb." "Faded years soften wounded heart."