Lion Head Mesa obsidian

Sayf easily gave into the kiss, closing his eyes and following the change of intensity. And after, he was left breathless. The pharaoh was a god, and the fellahin was reminded of that any time he was in his presence. 

The praise filled Sayf with validation. He liked to know that what he was doing pleased the pharaoh. 

The golden god's question, however, filled him with anxiety. He didn't like to talk about himself really. He liked to keep things focused on everyone else. But because it was his master that asked, he wouldn't try to deflect. I like caring for the members of Akashingo, he offered after a few moments. I like to listen or help them forget. It really was when he was happiest. So I guess something that would continue to allow me to do that.