"When Greek Meets Greek" I Cornelia had surmised correctly that Pratinas, not Lucius Ahenobarbus, would be the one to bring the plot against Drusus to an issue.

Lucius had tried in vain to escape from the snares the wily intriguer had cast about him.

His father had told him that if he would settle down and lead a moderately respectable life, Phormio should be paid off.
And with this burden off his mind, for reformation was very easily promised, Lucius had time to consider whether it was worth his while to mix in a deed that none of Pratinas's casuistry could quite convince him was not a foul, unprovoked murder, of an innocent man.
The truth was, Ahenobarbus was desperately in love with Cornelia, and had neither time nor desire to mingle in any business not connected with the pursuit of his "tender passion." None of his former sweethearts--and he had had almost as many as he was years old--were comparable in his eyes to her.

She belonged to a different world from that of the Spanish dancers, the saucy maidens of Greece, or even the many noble-born Roman women that seemed caught in the eddy of Clodia's fashionable whirlpool.

Lucius frankly told himself that he would want to be divorced from Cornelia in five years--it would be tedious to keep company longer with a goddess.