He had very little time to think before his thoughts were interrupted. He didn't like not being able to hear himself, it was rather unpleasant. Had it been anyone else he might have taught them a lesson in respect, but it was Livia. The woman he'd claimed as his own. Still as beautiful as ever. He watched her like a hungry predator would it's prey and the corners of his lips curved upward in a bemused smirk. "Is it now?" He wasn't going to allow her to see the confusion on his face, he hid it well behind a mask of arrogance and pride.
For a moment he hesitated. Only a simple gesture, but one enough to tease the Roman from a distance. She didn't like to wait. He knew it and played on it.
He would always maintain the upper hand on her. He had to. For the sake of his own lively hood really if anything else. He was a talented actor, played into the game well. Sliding through the crowd of mortals toward the girl like a serpent. As he reached her his arm wrapped firmly around her waist and he pulled her against him. "You waited didn't you." Dark eyes that seemed to go on for oblivion stared into hers.
"That's my girl." He firmly kissed her. Still not finding it in him to care about the mortals passing them by muttering about them. It was almost the opposite really, he was a little intrigued.