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Sayf smiled devilishly. Breaking the guard might be difficult, but I will enjoy trying, he answered, shivering again at the feel of teeth on his ear. Germanicus, he repeated. I will find him soon and see if he is receptive. He had seen the surly man around, of course. Being often at the pharaoh's side meant he saw more than most, and Sayf paid close attention for the king's benefit more than his own. 

He was pulled into the god's strong chest, and he nuzzled impossibly closer. Jawahir and I were trained in the art of pleasure by the one's we served. We were born as servants, He spoke calmly into pale and golden fur. It was not a preferred topic for the coyote, but he would give the pharaoh whatever he wished.