Grey eyes roamed over the image beside him, his lip just the slightest bit arched in silent disdain. The girl was a savage, dirt practically stained underneath those long nails of hers.

Vulpes had taken to watching the Courier eat at mealtimes, both fascinated and disgusted by her revolting hunger. She seemed to never be fully satisfied with the food set in front of her, however perfectly prepared it was.

Not to mention the manner with which she ate… Elbows perched on the table, grimy little paws gripping the food in her fist as if some lesser primate, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh, juices dripping down her jaw and sliding down her neck.

However, Vulpes could admit that something about the primitive way she consumed sustenance was rather… what's the word…?

…Attractive? Cute? He supposed, seeing as she was as close to a wife Vulpes would consider having. They'd been involved rather intimately, and after the last lesson he felt a little less tense knowing he'd seen all the cards in her possession.

Conversely, her table manners were an issue as of now, considering the Legate was to pay a visit to The Fort not long from today. It would be unseemly for his pet to be so animal-like in the presence of Caesar and the Legate, no matter how much she didn't matter in the eyes of two aforementioned men.

Lanius was not Vulpes' type of comrade, though. Not at all subtle and certainly not appreciative of the Legion's morals. He only sought to kill, raze, and burn.

There existed a more delicate art to those sort of things, in Vulpes' point of view, and anything otherwise was rather barbaric.

His thoughts were temporarily interrupted—quite ironically, actually—by the Courier's loud sigh of satisfaction after gulping down half a cup of Mutfruit juice, followed by crudely wiping the excess off her glistening lips.

The nasty little thing seemed to feel his appalled gaze raking over her ministrations, her dark eyes slowly falling on his contorted expression. She froze as she held his stare, her next bite of food pausing on its trip to her mouth. The rest of the table didn't seem to notice the couple's silent interaction, instead speaking of battles to come and the recent slave-gossip.

As expected of her usual behavior, she leaned rather close to his face, her eyes hooded in glee as she dragged her tongue lewdly along her lips, her hand ghosting over his thigh underneath the table.

Vulpes' watched the teasing with thinned eyes, noting the purplish tone to her lips from the power of the Mutfruit. He wondered what she would taste like in this moment…

He ran his thumb over her lips chastely before pressing the wet pad to his tongue, observing her expression of rather humorous surprise.

"Taste good oh-Holy-master?" She purred, tapping her fingernails higher up his leg discreetly.

Vulpes had only realized that they were mere inches apart when he felt more than one pair of eyes observing the Courier and the Frumentarii in their private moment.

His smile matched hers in its devilish shadow, slapping her hand harshly away from him while cocking his head to the side in his observing of her. "A tad whorish, if you must know my dear."

He watched the grin spread over her face with private amusement, actually enjoying her characteristic laugh that chimed nicely with the busy sounds around the table.

A new lesson would have to be scheduled for tonight, he realized, as she simply turned back to her food, tearing viciously into her meat as if a dog.

After a quick mull over possible scenarios, he beckoned an idle slave over with a quick flick of his fingers, safe in the knowledge that his Courier was too busy being as absolutely disgusting as possible to notice his planning.