Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

Arsenio shook his head again, still disagreeing with Sayf. He was giving himself away in this action, revealing that he did not condone the way that Akashingo was run. When he looked to the coyote and settled deeper into the bathwater, he smiled.

It is hard for me to say to you what I mean, he tried to offer, but he realized that there would be no real way to inform Sayf that obligations and assigned duties were not hand-in-hand with friendship. The Greek man could not say that he desired the same lavish things that the other Mazoi received. He did, of course, but not from the Fellahin and not from Sayf. He desired those things only from Tamar, and in turn he desired to return such treatment to her.

Sayf, I do not wish for you to serve me as you serve superiors. Only to be beside me as company. Was that better?