Brutus pushed her away with the buckler on his left arm, a gentle nudge, but enough to get her off him. "The Golden King will see you when he wants to. Where he is- is classified, a word for secret. As for me- I am Brutus, Champion of the arena, slayer of a hundred men." He seemed to say it with a vigor, but his chest was not puffed, nor did he shout it out. He explained it as a fact rather than a title. "And you, the eavesdropping fly on the wall? What is your name?"