Bagoas smiles politely at the compliment, having failed to keep track of how many since the man first approached him. He is well past his prime, as such, but to say as much would be rude; it would be careless of the compliment given, to lessen its value.

Instead he tilts his head, meeting Remus' gaze. "I think within you there lives a poet. Add to that, you live off the land, as is only proper. It is the way my family has made do for generations."