Lion Head Mesa Krýo

The man’s belly flipped excitedly at hearing her response.

Arsenio had been so transfixed by the woman that he had failed to keep himself clean. His nose had run down, dribbled into the rust-colored hairs on his lip and chin. A flash of pink showed his tongue, slick with snot as he brushed it over his nose. The taste of it was salty and unpleasant, but the Greek man swallowed it down.

Tamar had moved to busy herself with the herbs and medicines in the storeroom. Arsenio was not sure what she was looking for, but he enjoyed watching the way her eyes searched and then found.

Will you tell me more of the desert? the mercenary asked her quietly, moving to find a place within the storeroom where he would not be in her way, somewhere that he could continue listening to her move about and busy herself.