"You speak too much," Marcus insisted as he pulled a face of dismay, this man may have been strange and amusing but he didn't have time for endless rambling. He didn't much care for chatty people. And this man was like a walking mouth. He very much doubted he was a slave, most slaves had it beaten into them never to act like this. And that title? The Doctor. Was he a physician? He could use his own private doctor actually.

The last one he had was useless, he had to execute him. And the one before. And the one before that. What kind of doctor couldn't help his headaches? Only useless ones. Useless ones had to die.

"Have we not met before? I've been rather reliably informed we have. You're my property, if I recall. My property isn't allowed to just go and give themselves such showy titles," He did, however, move off his the chair he had been sitting on, moving down the steps to get a better look. The guards rather helpfully yanked the Doctor's head back so he could look properly at Marcus. "Are you actually a doctor or are you lying to me? I don't care for liars."