Loken's own shock manages to seep through slightly in his own expression, which is almost always dour outside of his small circle of councilors and honor brothers. How was this possible? He'd only been brought into this time by a summoning from Nero and Medea a few months ago. For a moment, he bristles with visible anger at the implication he betrayed Nero, his eyes blazing with something akin to fury. "No indeed, the Senate overthrew her, and she remained in Britain with her.... close assistant, Medea, despite my best efforts to make Rome receptive to her return. I slew all the traitors that sent assassins against her, sanctioned those that spoke against her in a particularly disloyal fashion, and maintained Rome as she would have had me do. I came here in part to seek her out for advice on what to do, because I have made a move to weaken the remaining Senators who were oppressing the plebeians in Rome by making them answerable with direct elections."

He shifts his weight, a suggestion of anger in his stance now, "And if you know your history, and your legends, then you know I was the last loyal man in a world of traitors, even as my own blood-father Horus turned against our blood-grandfather, the Emperor of Belka. Do you think I'd so easily sell my loyalty to Nero now, after she became my liege lord?" He locks eyes with her, bold, perhaps, but to question his loyalty and his honor is to question all that the last Luna Wolf has left.