Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

Sayf didn't want to push the matter more than he already had. He had just wanted to get his point across. But it seemed he had only made things more confusing for them. He frowned as Arsenio struggled to find the words to explain his perspective. The guard did not care about their ranks or what was available to him, which was difficult for the fellahin to understand.

But the mazoi's next words brought a smile to his dark lips. I can always be company, he assured his friend. Whenever you need it. 

The frown returned to his face as a thought crossed his mind Arsenio, why do you only want company from me? he asked, his words a little hesitant. He was worried the guard would confirm his fear that he had done something to soil the other man's interest in him.