Lion Head Mesa the only thing that haunts this house is me

The pharaoh was pleased, and butterflies danced in Sayf's stomach in response. He burned under his master's gaze, knowing if they didn't have a guest, the three of them would be having a completely different kind of meeting. 

The hebsut rubbed against the pharaoh as he walked past him, leaving the ambassador of the druids to be the sole focus of the pale god. 

He trotted over to the pile of pelts and leaped into them to sit next to Belen, offering a playful nip to her jaw as he settled to watch. He was still very curious how this would go.