"Our words have ploughed a crooked furrow indeed. And it seems you have brought us from the specific to the very general. But I can take your meaning, given the context."

I wonder if he has at that.

"Some would say all of politics is a crooked path," I say with an easy smile. "Sound signifying nothing. But we know that words can be both everything and nothing, do we not?" It is best that I leave those specifics he hinted at for a more private discussion.

"I would be pleased to speak with you again tonight, perhaps more closely. Though I will understand if you would rather keep the close company of old friends and hyacinths."

And there in that friendly smile is another barb. I am irritated, but I realise I find it quite stimulating. Having to stay alert to have a conversation is something I have missed. There are too few men in the Senate given to really thinking.

"Hyacinths are pretty, but their blooms fade quickly," I say. "I prefer the rose." The rose is associated with Venus - but I think he will also catch my meaning of the rose as a sign of rebirth. If I lead him to think I am looking for a new connection, he might open himself to me. And besides, it may annoy Tetricus, and at the moment that is an attractive option. "I would be glad to speak with you." I incline my head again. "Good day, Consul."