The Centurion of Beauty! A Clash of of Finances!

Chastity had the look of an angry model. Or something. Nobody bothered to name it or describe it, because they were afraid she'd hear about it. Though Venus wasn't as gossipy as Aphrodite, Gossip still happened. It was rumored that she ran a spy network in the Camp, but nobody could confirm or deny; even under duress. Currently, the target of her look was a Senator who was droning on about Finances. Why the Cohorts had been called to discuss this, she had no actual clue. She'd never even seen an invoice or anything. She wore her Finery, flowers in her flowing hair, and tried to ignore the Lares that seemed to be trying to get a rise out of her

There was a pretty mutual agreement that one of the best perks of having a demigod civilization was ambrosia. In Christian's case, he hadn't had any for wounds in months. After going through detox, Christian was pretty weary that ambrosia might taste like painkillers. It was a pretty far stretch, that his body would assume starchy pills would be the best thing he'd ever tasted?

These were the kind of thoughts that occupied him at these sorts of meetings. His left hand rose to only a foot under his face. The gauze that was wrapped around it was clean for the first time since he'd gotten a knife through his hand. Suffice to say, it simply hurt like holy hell.

"Sooo...." Christian spoke, after the senator had finished. He'd, ironically, never liked authority figures. While he'd grown to become more accepting of several, the senate was a whole different story. Instead of replying to the Senators rants, he turned to the Cohort Three Centurion. Whether it was Carter, Rowan, or Corinne, Christian had strong bonds with the other leaders in the legion. He'd only now come to wonder why he'd never had any extended conversation with Chastity.

"Is it really true that you have a network of spies?"

That startled her, and she looked over at him. "Spies?" She was baffled. "A network?" Did he think she was a traitor? Was this entire meeting a trap of some sort? She wouldn't be surprised though... "If I had a Spy Network, this would basically be the first I've heard of it. Don't we have an official Roman Spy Network or something?" Is she dodging the question? Maybe, maybe not. "Mom is somewhat of a gossip, but not as much as her Greek side... I guess my siblings could be considered a 'Spy Network'". The Senator, incredibly, had begun to rant even more, and the House Lares were paying complete attention to him. "Why? Did someone say I did?"