Briseis smiled warmly when he spoke approvingly of her life now. "What can I say? I do angry feminist protester much better than I ever did ancient Grecian maiden. It's a hell of a lot nicer than being passed around brutish soldiers. Present non-brutish warriors not included," she added with a gentle smile, her hand reaching across the table to touch his, her finger stroking across the familiar ring on his hand.
"For Sabine?" she queried, hand still on his. "Need an on-set photographer?" she asked, half-joking.