Sulpicius Allectus must have forged armour for his breast during his cursus, for his expression does not falter. "I have made offerings to Venus Genetrix, in thanks for my good fortune at home." I nod at his well-crafted reply.

"My own son has been a blessing, though not in the way of yours," I admit. "I find Venus Amica to be more in my favour." I smile. "I have been blessed with friends, this year."

"And do you look forward to the party tonight?" he asks. "Of course," I reply. "Our Empress, Venus-favoured, has promised such a celebration that Venus may frown, suspecting we do Bacchus more honour than her." I chuckle to dismiss the joke. "But we shall honour her - I am dining with the Ilicii in friendship tonight, which should be worthy praise to Amica." I smile again. "I am sure you shall find your own way to honour the goddess tonight."