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Every man had needs. The berries served to brighten the mind, to bring those needs to the forefront. Jawahir had answered the man's question to the best of their ability and now waited, watching, biding their time — until, ah, understanding. Maybe not in its entirety, but enough. Charles murmured one word and the look upon his face told Jawahir that there was something else the man craved beyond knowledge.

Jawahir let the warmth upon their face become a smile, and they moved closer; though not so close to touch the Neb. Near enough to taste the berries on his breath and watch the movement of his pupils. What do you desire, my lord?

This was part of the show. They knew that look well, as it had been worn by men and women, peasants, pharaohs — and yet Jawahir would push for Charles to make the first move, giving him control of this situation (as if Jawahir had any to begin with). The fellahin was here to bring pleasure in every form.