Soaked from the rain and tracking mud into Octavian's office, you announce your arrival to the augur.

He turns from where he'd been leaning over an altar, his eyes widening at the sight of the footprints on his floor, and your drenched figure lounging in one of his chairs. "What in the gods' name is wrong with you?" He shouts, throwing down the knife with a clatter.

He grabs a towel (why does he keep those in here?) and begins to wipe up the mud, grumbling to himself about how he 'can't believe he's into you.' When he looks over at you again it's clearly with the intent of a glare, but you can see his gaze soften ever so slightly as it fixes on you.