Cedar Sweep jewel

eshamun at last let her eyes feast upon him, her gaze roving over the finely hewn features and the robust colours of his pelt, the muscles that rippled beneath its surface; ye, even unto the very refraction of light against his pupils. she was not ashamed of her interest; it was plain in the way she looked upon flaris, and when she had satisfied her eyes, a small bow curved her mouth. "you were drawn by my scent, i imagine, though it is not one of lust." here a brow arched; it was merely an assumption, but was it one of truth?