Agrippa began watching Marcellus's every move like a hawk, and he wasn't ashamed to admit to himself that he was likely being excessive about it. But he was beyond caring about what was 'fair' and 'proper' and whatever else; his sole focus was on waiting for the boy to slip up, to make one more mistake, one more misstep. He waited and watched and even lingered behind corners once in a while to try to catch the boy in a compromising position, but as days and weeks passed, all he saw was that Marcellus was now even more hopelessly infatuated with Julia.
It made his blood boil, but that didn't erase the need for proof before taking it to Augustus. It had already been far too long since the incident at camp. If he brought it up now with nothing to back it up in the present, he would only be
