You are still thinking of that heathen Dacia.
HELIOGABALUS
Nonsense, sweet potato. You are really quite absurd. [Suddenly irritated] Damn it all, a man must be polite.
LUCIA
[Jealously] But you used to love her before I converted you to the Faith.
HELIOGABALUS
[Starting to take off his tunic again] Ah, who knows? Love—what is it? A sort of optical delusion, an enchantment—almost alcoholic.
[He gets it over his head, and stands rubbing his bare arms and shoulders]
LUCIA