Lion Head Mesa tenth

"yes, you are very devoted to the concept of divide and conquer, tierra," ramesses commented with a light look in her direction. he wondered if she had begun to feel it as well, or see how the soft glow gilding the room had become more pointed, more shimmering.
eventually he stopped the churn of his limbs; he returned to the eating-mats and reclined against the couch of skins. she was free to do the same, to join him or to walk about the room.
"there are some things i do not care to conquer. to hunt, to possess, yes." his eyes were half-lidded as he watched the mereoan. "but to break? no. i prefer the yielding."