Maecenas is apparently trying to compose a poem, attended by a couple of slaves, when Posca quietly enters and oh-so-carefully establishes that Maecenas is the type of guy who can keep a confidence: "You might tell others but you might not reveal your source. And perhaps you're the sort of man who might properly reward those who confide in him?" I'm glad to see Posca is not only not taking Antony's advice, but also secretly fucking him with his toga on. Dismissing the slaves, Maecenas admits that Posca's got his number, all right.
We jump to later, as Mark Antony is bickering with an African bestiary about wanting fricking lions with fricking laser beams on their foreheads or something, on his way to a meeting with Octavian and Maecenas. Octavian's pointed opening is to ask what one third of twenty thousand is. Antony tries to pretend he's not busted as he rattles off a bunch of sixes. "Do you take me for a fool?" Octavian spits. "Question after question!" Antony mocks. Octavian says he knows about Herod's "gift," like Antony doesn't already know he knows. Playing for time, Antony asks how Octavian found out. "I've bought one of Herod's people," Maecenas chimes in smoothly. Antony tries to claim that gifts don't count as revenue, and Octavian reminds him that the "gift" is in fact paying for costs that the whole Republic will bear. "Pedantry," Antony scoffs. Octavian tells Antony that this arrangement won't work if Antony is always out to "aggrandize" himself. Poor choice of words. Just say, "Do stop grubbing about after other people's money." But he had to say "aggrandize," so Antony's off about how Octavian's "so-called father" has been declared a god, so that Octavian can be called the son of a god, and accuses, "You have no accomplishments of your own, so you seek to borrow the glory of others." Octavian agrees that, yes, kicking Antony's ass at Mutina wasn't much of an accomplishment at all. At that, Antony's on his feet, calling Octavian a "cowardly little shit" and saying that the younger man never left his tent. Maecenas endeavors to calm things down, but Octavian isn't hearing it; he rises himself and calls Antony a "crude, arrogant lech." He marches out as Antony yells after him, "That's right, still the same. And still fucking your mother!" Okay, good meeting.
We're introduced to a scene at the Aventine Collegium by a close-up of one of the prostitutes washing her boobs. You know, just because. No big battles this week, so you have to throw in the odd boob-washing to keep the viewers happy. With that out of the way, the camera takes us down to where Pullo and Eirene are sitting at a table for dinner. Making a big show of how sore she is, and probably only half faking, Gaia comes up and politely asks Eirene if she needs anything else, calling her "mistress" and everything. Eirene asks for water, and Gaia asks "master" the same. Pullo awkwardly declines. Gaia limps off. Unaware that Gaia was just winking at her husband behind her back, Eirene tells Pullo that the beating worked: "You should beat her the same way every month." Pullo nearly chokes. "Maybe just until the baby's born," he's thinking.