They would all fight well that day. It was more exhibition than anything else, and Androkles would be the victor as always. The feast of sinners brought out crowds larger than usual, and Demetrius had even been considering attending the spectacle that was set to take place. It was out of his typical comfort zone, but even slaves would be present attending their masters and if he could see one of them, any of them who could have made it to Athenia and stayed alive, it would be well worth dealing with the crowds in close contact. Already dressed for the arena, he carried his double swords at his side, a bag slung over his shoulder so that before he mingled with the public after his bouts he might bathe and change into something considerably less noticeable. He would go take a moment for himself after the day's fights before the festival, taking a moment to clean the arena from his skin.

He had never been one for the fans that stood at the fighters entrance, most of them never gave him the time of day since they came to see the like of Androkles and the other larger, bulkier men. After nearly fifteen years of fighting the fact he was still alive seemed to simply make people raise their brows if anything. Dima didn't anticipate anything getting in his way as he entered with a few of the men who lived close by him, and certainly when he caught notice of the veiled carpentum to the side he never thought that it would have anything to do with him. People like that never bothered with people like him, except to ask a favor that would remain a secret, and they certainly didn't do it in such an ostentatious way.

Brows lifted in shock as a guard approached him, and he tried to simply get out of the man's way until he realized that he was actually speaking to him. Demetrius frowned and waited until the man repeated his words, gesturing to the carpentum and confusing him even further. He thought he'd had an understanding of Greek after so many years, even without any formal lessons, but the thought of anyone waiting here would want to speak to him, much less someone who arrived in such a way, was utterly impossible in his mind. Hesitantly, he followed the guard with Lyco and Galen trailing curiously. His companions had never known him to meet a fan, and in the event there was a job to be requested they may as well be close anyway.

The door opened and Dima felt his jaw drop at the sight of the woman in the carriage. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and certainly the most opulently decorated. Everything about her felt exotic and enticing and for what felt like an age he didn't move, certain that the guard had grabbed the wrong gladiator until she spoke his name, his full name. Holding back a moment longer, he tossed a look over to his friends who gave him bewildered looks in return. None of them had much cause to treat with a lady of such obvious status.

"My lady, I fear I would sully your cushions..I am certainly not fit for your company."