It is fair question, though one Ilithyia has no answer for. She still longs to watch him crushed under the heel of Rome, but knows such a thing is no longer possible and as she smiles, her eyes light up. To see him rise against small men brings pleasure she hasn't expected, perhaps more than it might to see him fall beneath their hands.

"Such answer depends on day," she settles on saying, which is close enough to truth as she can give him. It is her whim that brings her here and her whim that decides how she might treat Spartacus at any given moment. She has little to gain from him either way.