ooc: Imagine this is above the consul's post.
The pain grew every second he spoke, every word like a hammer hitting his skull with all strenght. He moved back, he needed to get away from him, the noise. Then, as it reached it's climax, as it was becoming unbearable, Caesar stopped, and the pain fadded. Annalis's look became smoother, relaxed, he looked up to see Caesar's eyes, meeting them with a mocking smile drown on his face. It was as if someone else had taken his place, as if the weakened Herrenius was gone, and a different entity had taken him.
"Dear Jupiter! Haha! Celer, are you somewhere in there?!" he said, to Caesar's face, as he looked at his ears, as if he was expecting to find Celer hiding inside.
"My friend, all this poppies and drugs deal! My goodness... are you sure you're not the one on those things? So a man claims he saw me at a pub, a place where I am known for not frequenting, and somehow you jump to the conclusion that I, a former Consul, am a drug addicted fool, and wish to travel to the East to get more of it? How can you jump to such conclusions from such, truly, unconvincing evidence.
If I was not talking to a Senator, I would think someone is attemting to stain my good name to get his chance to rise in his military achievements...
The facts remain my friend: Rome needs a Coconsul. I can take the office, and this ridiculous claims are but a desperate attempt to accomplish your poplitical agenda."