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Absentem laedit cum ebrio qui litigat...

[an eyebrow raises]

This the part where I say in vino veritas?

[He smiles and shakes his head, taking another sip of his whiskey.] No, it's me telling you to quit arguing with me. [He lifts the glass in a small toast when he's finished.]

I'm not arguing. [Says the redhead and she lifts the glass of red wine to her lips.] I prefer to call it a 'spirited discussion'.

Oh? Is that what you call it? [Methos laughs, shaking his head.] I had no idea spirited discussions involved name calling.

Only when you're being a stubborn jackass. [From the teasing smirk on her lips, she's assuming he's been called much worse.]

I am that. [He can't deny that. Not that he'd ever try.] Doesn't mean I'm wrong.

Nero didn't fiddle while Rome burned. He wasn't even there when the fire broke out. That crazy bastard was about 30 miles away, at his villa in Antium.

[And therein lies the source of the argument: she's no fan of the long-since-crumbled Empire.] I don't give a good damn where he was. I still would've found him and made him regret the day he sent troops to Britain.

[He just shakes his head, amused by her rage. Reaching to refill his glass with the bottle set on the table, he continues.] It's not like I was denying he was a cruel bastard. Just clarifying the facts.

I know that. [She exhales a sigh, and sits back in her chair to sip at her wine. As an apology, it's fairly lacking, but still there.] Just like I know it's pointless of me to get in a twist over something that happened two millennia ago. Guess I just don't like the notion of a bunch of bullying blowhards telling me I can't run my own country because I'm a woman.

Emperors and kings like to find any reason to justify their conquering. Be it that you were a woman or not, I'm sure they would have found some other excuse.

I'm not going to say it, y'know. [Her lips quirk into a teasing look. In her mind, the bloke has a big enough ego without having to hear, "you're right".]

I can hope, can't I?

There's always that.

[Another sip of his whiskey.] Did I ever tell you of the time I was Pharaoh?

[And she nearly chokes on her wine, laughing.] Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Sounds like quite the tale.

It is. [Some of which he wasn't inclined to tell, but he'd easily leave those parts out.] The previous Pharoah Djer, was an Immortal as well. He chose me as an apprentice.

And the bit about having a harem? I'm guessing that was just an added bonus.

[He held up his hands, laughing out loud.] Hey, I was just trying to fit in, darling. A Pharaoh without a harem full of buxom young ample chested women? The subjects would have talked.

Oh, heaven forbid that.

Are you telling me that if you had had the chance to have a harem of men at your beck and call you wouldn't have gone for it?

[Another teasing smirk as she sips her wine.]

Who says I haven't?

Oh? [He leans forward, smile wide and clearly intrigued.] Do tell.

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