Lion Head Mesa we don't talk about Cicero, no, no, no

Sayf had absolutely no intention of fleeing. He settled down next to her and, if allowed, he would start to gently groom the fur of her neck. He could feel Maegi's eyes on his face. He looked up from his work, pausing to offer her a warm smile. I have had them before, he told her before turning his attention to her neck once again. He was well versed in mind-altering substances. Are you in pain? Not that it mattered; he was just curious about her condition. It was information he could use to serve her better. 

If she offered, the hebsut would take some too and join her in her drug-induced bliss. Otherwise, he would continue to care for her coat or anything else she asked of him.