"You wished to see me?" Agron questioned, stepping through the tattered curtain which separated the modest chamber Spartacus had claimed for himself from the draughty corridor.
The man himself had his back towards the doorway but turned upon hearing Agron's voice.
"Yes." He gestured for the other man to come closer. "I have observed your restlessness these last few days. Idleness does not sit well with you."
"Nor has it ever. I would sooner be fighting than waiting round with thumb up ass for more pressing purpose to present itself."
Spartacus' lips curled up slightly at the corners, affording Agron a rare smile, one he could not help but return.
"A fact well known to all." He responded with an even rarer chuckle. "The purpose you seek yet presents itself. I would see ass absent thumb and you set to it."
Agron straightened his back and squared his shoulders.
"Speak and see it done." He said solemnly, the soldier in him stepping to the fore.
"Word has reached ear of a whore in Picentia. Dark of skin, sweet of lips and skilled of touch."
"Are not all whores skilled as such?"
"This one is special."
A deep crease furrowed Agron's brow.
"How so?"
"This one is favoured by Glaber."
Agron raised an eyebrow.
"I am to bring the woman here?" He asked. "She is to be held as prisoner in exchange for something of worth?"
"Glaber has nothing of worth to us except his life, and if he did I would not trust him to honour terms of exchange. No, I seek only information."
"You send me to charm the harlot into revealing Glaber's secrets?" His nose wrinkled in a fashion that made clear his distaste for the idea.
"Many a secret has been thoughtlessly whispered in traitorous ear in wake of passion when mind and tongue are still at crossed purpose. A man of Glaber's arrogance may see fit to boast of his prowess outside the bedroom even as he seeks to demonstrate it within.
The German snorted loudly. He did not think much to the roman fuck's prowess in any area and would say so were it not for more insistent thought.
"Spartacus, we are brother's, I would follow you into battle with not a moment's hesitation and I would obey any order given, but on this… I do not think I am the right man for the task. Surely Gannicus…"
Spartacus raised a hand and pressed hearty slap to Agron's arm.
"On this…" He interrupted. "There is no man I trust more, nor one better suited."
The German, for all his bulk and bluster, pouted like a petulant child.
"But…"
"The whore is a boy."
At this, Agron's tongue stilled and pout gave way to frown.
"I have not heard of Glaber favouring boys."
"Nor I, yet he favours this one. If any among us can charm this boy to disclose Glaber's secrets it is you."
A grin tugged at the corners of Agron's mouth and the furrow in his brow faded to nought.
"A task more to my liking."
Spartacus offered another of his rare smiles.
"Good. Set out after morning meal. You will be furnished with finer clothing and enough coin to pass for a man of more than moderate means. The boy plies his trade in one of the finer establishments. As you stand now you may not make it through door." Agron snorted at insult, though he did not take it as such. "Take care. The boy must be of rare beauty to sway Glaber from his women. Do not allow yourself to become too distracted by what he offers."
"Rest easy brother. I will be no more swayed from purpose by hard cock and tight ass than by rounded breast and dripping cunt." Spartacus nodded to indicate his trust. "What name does this boy go by, so that I might know when I have found him?"
There was a moments pause, then Spartacus answered.
"He is called Tiberius."