Caesar: You fill the air with lofty promise only to command I bow to a fucking boy?
Crassus: He is my son! And shall be treated with mirrored respect! I have spread coin towards your election as Military Tribune. Formal title Tiberius is yet too young to hold. Wear my token to pass unmolested through encampment, until appearance is shorn to Roman likeness.
Caesar: I would prefer fancy sword and expected position.
Crassus: Stay upon path I have set and see greater glories bestowed at journey's end.