Brutus concealed a cringe at Cicero’s bluntness. Though more controlled and less venomous than that of Cassius, it’s intention was too much the same end. Brutus, whom had no desire to reveal his more private thoughts to anyone, stated vaguely,

“I had a few points of disagreement, yes. I spoke, at length, to Caesar about these as you may recall. I am glad you enjoy the wine, it is from my country home near Tusculum.” Cicero nodded in reply. Brutus wondered if he was hoping for more then a simple statement of fact.

“Then you can see why I am in such ill health. So few senators defend the republic as we have Brutus.” Cicero replied generally, hoping to gauge a better reaction from Brutus. With a small smile, Brutus said,

“I’m afraid I deserve very little praise for my defense. In any case, I do not wish to regard Caesar with such suspicion. He may be a colossus, but he is no tyrant.” Brutus decided there was very little risk to revealing this small portion of his mind, it would give something for Cicero to chew on for the time being.