Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

Not poison, said Ramesses, but then why was Charles' head so heavy? To soften him. To.. relax him. But to what purpose? Charles could feel a strange mix of fear and excitement in his gut. It further made his mouth go dry when Ramesses said outright that he wanted Charles, but that he would not force him to.

The coywolf opened his mouth, but he bit back the words. What if I want you to? The next words were confusing to Charles. What did they mean? Use him more... Gently? He blinked in clear confusion as the berries-- wine, as Ramesses had called them -- got to his head further and further.

More... Gently? His mind called for the abuse he was not only accustomed to but felt he deserved, but he did not dare speak the words. Ramesses continued on to say there was a girl that was to marry someone. But the someone was -- did he hear that right? A man who loved men? Charles felt a jolt of jealousy that he had left to join his lover, while Charles had only battled his love for men his entire life!

He did not long for this woman. He longed for a more masculine touch. Ironic, considering what he was told of the previous Prince. But.. a prince. He? It didn't feel right, but he could not deny his pull to the luxury he'd been provided here.

A... Prince? Me? he asked, incredulous. He knew it was a trick. It had to be. What... Why -- do you see in me? I do not get it. But he was not stupid enough to turn down such a generous offer; he knew he was on the cusp of accepting, even though he was not so sure precisely what he was accepting yet.