"Place that makes your blood boil, with nothing to breathe? Sounds pretty fucking horrible to me." He shuddered at the thought, but shrugged at the man's question. "Damned elaborate madness if I am. Don't think I'd be able to think this all up. There wasn't anything like any of this back in Rome. At least, not my Rome." He'd been back once, last year, and it had been unnerving to see how much everything had changed. But Pullo was a practical man, and he shrugged again. "Could be wrong."