In the heat of argument was rarely a time that needed interrupted by the help, but Geta often grew antsy without his refill of wine. Even if he was in a verbal debate with Caracalla at the moment. He looked up to see his personal servant as he smirked, "My sweet, finish pouring my wine and come here. I wish to show my brother his idiocy by example." He explained, beckoning will his finger as the gold rings on his hand glimmered in the low light.