Love comes from the soul.
HELIOGABALUS
Yes, even the soul takes a hack at it.
[He starts to climb into the small bed]
LUCIA
[Loudly] Where are you going?
HELIOGABALUS
[His leg in mid-air, coaxing in baby-like tone] Please! I don't want to sleep over there—[indicating the big bed]—in Siberia. It's so cold—and when I get cold it always gives me my stomach-ache.
LUCIA
No! One must not think of the flesh, Cæsar.