She was acting as Livia would expect of a Roman woman, proud and defiant. And definitely playing the flattery card. "I like to think I do, yes. But then I'm not here to be flattered am I? I'm here to help you. I did bring a vial of opium. My Lord Ares provides when I ask him. I believe you might have thought of that before letting the Celt get his claws in you. Because really my dear what did it gain you, you look gaunt, haggard. You can do so much better than this."
Livia followed the woman out toward the baths, stripping as she got there and stepping into the water without a care for who might see her. Why would she, she was surrounded by servants and a woman who thought her more beautiful than Venus. The drug the other lady wanted hung in a little vial around Livia's neck. Becoming visible only as she stepped into the baths. Gaia could not have imagined it would be easy, could she? She wasn't just going to hand Gaia the means to her own end.
Livia needed none of it, opiates were for the weak. They made you weak. She even took care with wine or anything that altered the mind. She was better than any of it.
"If you're joining me you might as well work the tension from my back." she told the other lady. "Unless you have someone more skilled than yourself of course." Livia wanted to see just how much Gaia needed the vial around her neck. Putting her that close to what she wanted most but having to wait for her to ask for, or be given it was entertainment Livia couldn't have made up.