He's unsure what he expected, exactly, save loving wife in arms, but hie eyes flick rapidly around the room, resting briefly on each unfamiliar object or shape before finding the next. Calculating-- many things are strange, unfamiliar, but he is not afraid. If anything, he resembles a chess player, viewing all pieces and strategies before making move. Fear is not a luxury afforded to a soldier turned gladiator turned rebel king.

It is quiet here, no more pain or blood, and he is absent spear in chest. Given how his life has been of late, the peace is almost an unnatural feeling, though a welcome one.

"Apologies for not arriving on schedule," He cracks a wry smile, wonders if the gods would have had him arrive sooner or later. Likely much sooner.

What is coffee? Judging by her cup, it is a beverage, a strange-smelling beverage made by a stranger device. Likely not a type of strong drink, from the same smell. He is curious, but now is not the time to indulge. "As for drink, gratitude, but I shall take none."