She makes a counter offer

"Noooo! My Lord Legate Noooooo!" she shrieked as Marius laughed, clutching her squirming body in his rough hands. Her eyes flashed desperately her mouth frantic as she sought a way out, finally focusing on Titus.

"My Lord! My Lord Legate! If I must....must be taken as a spoil of war...let it be by you my Lord! Please, let it be you who ravishes me! Please! I...I...am not without...without skills."

Titus regarded her as she struggled in the centurion's grasp, her disarrayed clothing giving glimpses of her lithe young body.

He smiled coldly, making a decision.