Later, as Octavian rides out of camp flanked by Agrippa and Maecenas, Antony and Julii Cooper say their goodbyes outside his tent. She says she's tired of always saying goodbyes, and he promises that, after Greece, they'll never have to be apart again. We've heard that before. Julii Cooper: "When you return, you must bring me Brutus's head as a wedding present." Dude, she said the "W" word. Antony's been through too many battles to flee in panic, but you can tell he wants to. He plays it cool, though, telling her that they'll talk about it when he gets back. Much smoother than asking her who she's marrying would have been. She climbs up into the back of a luxuriously padded horse cart, telling Antony to be careful with Octavian. He assures her that he knows how to handle her son. "That's what I'm afraid of," says Julii Cooper as the horse cart takes her away at the tail end of Octavian's caravan. However will Julii Cooper's men get along without her to separate them every few seconds?

At the Aventine Collegium, Gaia's giving Vorena the Elder a bit of a makeover. Fun's over, though, when Vorenus comes along and sees what's happening. "Wash that off at once," he orders, and Vorena hurries off to comply. Gaia asks what the big deal is, and Vorenus tells her, "Paint yourself as you wish. Stay away from my daughter." To Mascius, who's been lounging nearby this whole time, Vorenus gives orders to have the other Collegia captains meet there today. Scooping up Little Lucius, Vorenus leaves the room. As Mascius gets up to follow him out, Gaia sarcastically thanks him for sticking up for her. He tells her, "Shut up. He's captain, she's his daughter. He says don't paint her, don't fucking paint her." "Spoken like a true third man," sasses Gaia. Mascius comes right back at her, warning her, "Be careful, slave. I have my limits." She keeps pushing, he may be forced to kill her (as yet nonexistent) fiancé and then marry her.

Meanwhile, Vorena the Elder has found a quiet corner to scrub the blush off her face with her dry shawl. Jeez, he said wash, not scour. Get a few more tears in there, girl.

At the captains' meeting, that heavy tablet with Octavian's seal on it is now in Vorenus's hands, and he's already divvied up the names and had lists of ten passed out to each of the rest of the captains. Which is quite a feat, considering that there were about five names when we saw the list earlier. Antony's a prolific cuss. Of the people on each list, Vorenus tells the bosses, "You've been given license to kill them and take of theirs what you and your men can carry." In other words, this assignment isn't pricking his conscience in the least. I don't get him sometimes. When someone asks on whose authority these killings are being ordered, he says it's by order of Octavian Caesar. Surprisingly, the asker doesn't end up with the imprint of a sphinx in his forehead. Some of the bosses start complaining about the way the list has been divided, but Vorenus is momentarily too distracted by his kids running past on their way outside to get too pissed off about it. "Try to keep them out of the mud," he tells Vorena the Elder of the other two children. An aged chaperone is with them as well, but we'll see how useless she is soon enough.