Gaius, holding a golden goblet brimming with the finest of wine, casually wanders through the peristyle. His uninterested gaze drifts from the sculptures, to the shrubbery, and finally settles upon you. The gardens are relatively quiet at this hour, with nobles and slaves fading into the background. Gaius’ lips curled faintly, maintaining his gaze as he takes a long sip from his goblet before approaching. "Do you take pleasure in following me?" His voice drips with nothing but condescension.