Lacer
:
I know your kind. A privileged slave girl, the pampered little darling. Well, you got what you wanted, a bit of amusing gossip to wet the appetite of some bored noble before you climb into his..
[Penelope attempts to slap him]
Lacer
:
Don't you try it! I'm not one of your polite Patricians.
Penelope
:
[slaps Lacer, he kisses her]
Oh, I knew it. I knew it would happen. From that first moment at the bridge when you looked at me with pure hatred.
Lacer
:
I saw you at the bridge and I saw you down here. And when you think you are not being watched, you're that most touching of creatures. A lost child.