Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

the beauty's eyes widened slightly as the pretty man began to list his titles. none that she recognized. and the end of it, his perilous pronouncement. a god. 
her gaze shifted to jawahir. 
what sort of place, once more, had she been lured to?
pharaoh dazzled her with a haughty stare, and then began to speak as if she was not present. she met the desire of his gaze with a giddy smile, one that faded swiftly when his back was turned. "'is 'e a madman then?" maggie demanded in a whisper. "phay-row. that's a nonsense word it is!"