Moments later, Caesar leads Vorenus out onto the balcony and holds up his new magistrate's hand triumphantly. The previously abandoned courtyard below -- which suddenly contains every goddamn citizen in Rome -- erupts into cheers. Pullo applauds with everyone else as Caesar embraces Vorenus and acknowledges the repeated chanting of his name from the joyous throng. But Pullo quickly gets bored and leaves, his expression one of uncertain disappointment. You'd think he'd be happier to see that his two idols are best buds now.
Octavia lurks in her mother's house, watching from the shadows as Julii Cooper goes about the business of her day -- namely, haranguing the three slaves who are busy fitting her for a new dress. Doesn't poor Julii Cooper ever get to relax? She's always bossing or beating or interrogating her slaves. When does the poor woman sleep? At the moment, she just has to continue carrying her daily burden of toil, because no confrontation with her daughter is forthcoming. Octavia's got something else to do.
And here he is. Octavian is back at his studies in his room as a slave fans him with an ostrich feather. Octavia wanders in and starts snooping around in his scroll bins, asking if he's got "anything comical" to read. Octavian doesn't think so. I could have told her that. There's more humor in a single Fred Bassett strip than in this kid. Octavia considers her next move, and snaps her fingers for the ostrich feather guy to leave, claiming to Octavian, "He looks at me." Octavian tells her to have Castor beat him, and gets up to call for another slave. Octavia stops him, saying it's nice to be alone and sitting on his bed. She invites him to lie down with her. He's suspicious, and when she asks why he won't, he says, "I can think of several reasons." Octavia flirts that he used to come to her bed every night. "Not every night," he protests. "Only when I was scared." "You were scared a great deal." "I'm not scared now." And to prove it, he walks over to her, although he doesn't join her on the bed. Suddenly, Octavia decides she's embarrassed: "I thought you wanted me." He doesn't confirm or deny. She tells him that what with being a man now, he can take what he wants. She takes his hand and pulls him into a most un-sibling-like kiss, which he returns. So I guess it must be true, even though he doesn't seem all that into it even now. Laying him out on the bed, Octavia begins undressing and climbing all over him. This is twisted. Before long, she's disappeared from the edge of the frame, presumably to do a little Oc-sucking.