Lion Head Mesa the tower

there was a firmness to eljay that ramesses had not expected. something passed behind his dark blue eyes a flicker of respect perhaps. he did not answer but reached for a bite of food and chewed for a moment before he answered.
"would you enjoy a tour of the palace and its grounds?" pharaoh inquired. the brecheliant man was not here to make the final arrangements, which indicated that either jawahir had not found one suitable among his ranks, or that it was left to the woman herself to decide. what an odd notion.
"maybe you will take gifts home with you when you return," ramesses suggested lightly. why had the man come indeed? but then again it was eljay's first visit. suppose he was only curious. "we have a particular brand of hospitality here." his gaze cast to belen. "the mesa is a place where i believe every desire can be sated."