In truth any other man that talked to her like that, chided her, called her pet. She'd have handed him his most important parts on a silver platter. But when Ares did it, Livia had never minded. She'd basked in the attention, learned from the mistakes he pointed out and grown into the warrior and commander of legions she now was. She understood she still had a lot to learn about focus, sometimes she was too willful but she was getting there, and now he was here again to guide her, and that meant a lot. That and she liked when he held her like he was.
What she didn't like was the idea that they had to stay here. But if he saw an opportunity then there was one. "What kind of opportunity? Place like this, I don't understand it. They don't fight like I fight. I've been studying the battles of their history and its fought with things I don't understand, single cylinders that can lay waste to a nation. Turn it to barren land where nothing will grow and life will wither. Its not war, its politics. I want Rome. I want Augustus out of the way and I want to rule. You promised me Rome. Haven't I done all you asked?"
He looked more than a little amused with the situation though, so maybe there was a further plan. There had to be.
"I'm living in a room in this horrible building with a lot of the others. We all have rooms of our own. It suffices but its not what I'm used to. Far from it."