Lion Head Mesa the price of luxury

It was like a super weird dream to be called a 'lord' and to be asked what it was that he desired. Charles still did not understand how he had gotten here. He did not understand why Ramesses thought he deserved all of this. A moment he wondered if Ramesses would think of him badly if he.. did.. anything with Jawahir. Charles did not understand the rules of Akashingo at all. He didn't know what was good to do and what would mean crossing a line he shouldn't have touched. Was touching Jawahir one of those lines...?

Somehow it always made it more exciting when you didn't know whether you were perhaps doing something bad. The thought that Ramesses might disapprove, might press Charles against the ground and chew on his face — it only further excited the coywolf. I... ah... Honestly, Charles was a bit out of his depth here as Jawahir closed the gap between them, coming close, but not quite touching him. He could feel the hairs in the back of his neck stand on end in excitement, but he did not know what to do.

The haze of the berries helped a bit and Charles leaned his nose forward. He could smell Jawahir now, and the scent was intoxicating. He wanted to admit that he was not very experienced in any of this and he had no idea what to do or ask, but that would make him look like an idiot and that was the last thing the coywolf wanted in front of this jewel. I'm confused, he murmured under his breath, a hoarse voice; what did he want? He had everything that he could desire in his claws, and Charles didn't know how to ask for it — or what, precisely, it even was...