Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

this was a negotiation.
ramesses gave no sign that he had recognized. her reluctance would not keep him from his meal.
delicately he flaked soft white flesh from beneath skin already pulled clear of feathers. pharaoh washed down these first bites with a long drink; he ran tongue along his lips and looked at diantha once more.
"is it a husband you seek, or a protector?"