Sun Mote Copse Fitter, Happier, More Productive

She agreed, though there was no reason not to, especially on an agreeable night such as this. By the time the priestess spoke, Ar-Khalba had stripped nearly every bit of meat that remained on the fox. Though there was nothing left for sustenance, he found enjoyment in gnawing on the bones that he had yet to break.

Without pulling away from the carcass, Ar-Khalba directed his gaze toward the priestess and lifted a brow. Quiet, yet intelligent -- he knew her question was rhetorical the moment it was spoken. He lifted a brow, waiting as she paused before filling in the gaps. His service, it was pleasing indeed.

He nodded his head in agreement. "There is nothing more satisfying than being of use, Priestess," he answered. Oh, how her mother had trained him well. "I have done as she asked, fulfilling my duty to Molech as a consort." It was a source of great pride to know he was serving his God though his actions, and it had been great fun for him as well. And when the time came for the Priestess to answer Molech's call, Ar-Khalba would serve without hesitation.