Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

The woman tried to speak words of reason to him, but Arsenio shook his head – again and again as she tried to tell him he was wrong, it would not be satisfactory after the chase had ceased. She did not know that, and he did not know it for himself either. That was the point. The chase was thrilling, yes, but the catch was not all there was. It was learning more than just the sharpness of her gaze.

Tamar!

Arsenio’s voice filled the area around them, just too loud.

You ask me a question, I answer honestly. This is because I only know the surface of you, and yes I see fire on the surface – you do not conceal emotion so well, Tamar, the Greek man spoke to her quickly, trying to sort through the words. The common tongue felt so heavy in his mouth. If you said now I could have you, I would still say no. Not like this, not in this way. Though he was not certain, for his stomach had tossed at the very thought.

You are too quick to judge me. There is time yet.

Arsenio turned from her, his head low enough to hunch his shoulders.