[He didn't expect Rufus Albarea so look so... easy to like. Then again, he didn't expect Jusis to be so easy to like, so maybe his perception was skewed. Or maybe it's that he's just too trusting, and it's going to get him killed. Who knows. Right now he's seeking Jusis' features in his brother, as he sits a little stiffly. How alike are they, really? Rufus has done more than enough to warrant Gaius' resentment, and that feeling is certainly there, but so is optimistic hope, and the deep desire to find common ground.

He's nervous, but being combative won't do anyone any favors. He really does want this to work out without any further bloodshed, but the fact that he's got little negotiating power isn't lost on him. Jusis' anger is there too, in the back of his mind, a barrier between him and the will to carry out the second part of his plan.

He puts on his usual smile, covering for his nerves by trying to remain personable.]

Thank you. I can't be grateful enough for the opportunity to sit with you.

[That much is true. He more than half expected to be killed the moment he tried to approach the camp. Being heard is a success in itself.]

As you know, my people have no desire to fight yours. You must also know that we can't simply bow to you without reason. We are our own people. This is our home. But I'm sure you have your reasons for this campaign, and I'd like to understand them. I'd like to see a way to alliance, instead of this... [horrible invasion] meaningless war. I doubted there was any chance of negotiation, but having met your brother, I've begun to think otherwise. The country that raised him must have merit. It's that I've come looking for now.

[Maybe an appeal to familial bonds will help. He's honest, though -- he really likes Jusis, so far. He sincerely hopes he doesn't have to hurt him.]