Varus: Oh, your absence has been missed in Rome since your husband's passing. Your charms will brighten darkest night.
Gaia: I long to return and crest dawn upon a husband yet of this world.
Varus: How does your dowry stand? I was under impression you were absent family of means.
Lucretia: Gaia is a treasure within herself.
Varus: One to be coveted by a man untethered to the burden of position and appearance.