Octavianus pursed his lips in apparent disgust at Annica's behavior. But she could care less. She was starving. And the food in front of her was a delicacy that she could only enjoy once in a while. There was no way she was going to waste it.
"You're making me lose my appetite," Octavianus commented as he took a sip of the wine he'd been nursing.
Annica shrugged her shoulders.
"More for me then," she said lightly.
Octavianus put down his glass and crossed his arms on the table.
"Tell me, Annica," Octavianus growled softly as he leaned forward. "What do you expect by insisting on being here? Other than a comfortable life as a sex toy for the General."
Octavianus' unexpected question made Annica slow down her chewing. Once she managed to swallow the lump of food in her mouth and chase them down with a glass of wine, Annica answered.
