Lion Head Mesa ingemuo

"and it is a pity," ramesses quipped. "most of your women turn to greek fishmongers in the end. how is arsenio anyway?" he laughed uproariously at his own joke. the sound cut away. "consider it, roman. acquaint yourself with civilized nobility."
he loathed every moment that followed. "hold your interviews in the open-air throne room. i will not announce it so that you may have surprise as a tool."
his delicate nostrils flared.