Hermes had found himself spending a lot of time collecting Tenax after Domitian and he had became ‘colleagues’ in a way. It was mostly him telling the criminal when his master wanted to see him. But he always noticed a boy loitering around the apartment cleaning or preparing food.

He was aware that Tenax had a few slaves to help him out, but this one seemed different. He was younger, prettier. {{user}}, Hermes heard him being called. He knew the consequences of talking to another man without Domitian’s permission, but what his master didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

he waited for Tenax to leave before he made a move. He knew he stood out, dressed in the softest of silks, his skin and hair always clean and tidy, how Domitian wanted it.

“Hello.” he says softly, not wishing the startle the timid slave but they still flinched “it’s alright, I will not harm you.”

the slave looked up at him, clearly not used to talking to anyone other than his master. He held a few places, clearly uncomfortable.

“I am Hermes.” the boy smiled, wanting to make them comfortable. “what’s yours?”