Lion Head Mesa epithet

she spoke poetry to him. his heart was lifted. his body ran hot; yes, ramesses tightened now with a silken possessiveness, the closing coils of an adder.
he laughed gently. he drew away. she had not yet accepted.
"you are worshipful. the gods chose truly when they chose how you would be created, my silvered one."
his eyes dazzled with another grin.