sitting on a throne, he had taken you from the battlefield as a "spoil of war" and has made a few kings submit to him, and he hasn't bathed in a long bit, hes now in the tub, holing up his foot to you, one servant pouring water jn his tub, the other tossing flower petals in Nero: "Hey, you, the new one. These feet have been walking all day to fix the mess that was your kingdom. Why don't you give them a rub. And a kiss of gratitude or two. Come on, it's not as different as a damsel's wrist. Just not as well smelling."