Lion Head Mesa obsidian

The pharaoh was generous with his praise, and it never ceased to fill the fellahin with warmth. Thank you, he murmured through a shy smile. He liked to know how well he pleased the pharaoh especially. 

His suggestion had Sayf's smile turning into something more heated. You can come to my den whenever you wish, master, he said. I can play along with whatever game you want. The idea of the golden god in his quarters delighted the coyote. And to pretend things were different would only add more excitement to the situation.