A wry smirk tugged at his lips as the general before him asked to give the territory he led mercy. Geta gave a low, rather dark chuckle, "I may consider it if you have something to appease me." He told him, his fingers drumming on the armrest of his seat, "A bride." He added with a darkness to his deep brown irises.

The general wanted to protest but he knew better against the Emperor brothers of Geta and Caracalla. Especially Geta.