Gannicus is sure that he hasn't tried anything so exotic and rich as an orange in his entire life, let alone its juice. In a sharp movement he flicks cup and its contents to the ground.

"What manner of celebration is this, to offer no drink?" He laments in exasperation. "In Capua, victory in the arena was rewarded in wine and whores, both enjoyed in equal measure..."

He levels a finger at Stephen in mock-admonishment.

"Your people stand absent knowledge of how to celebrate death and blood in proper fashion!"