Lion Head Mesa one shot from the shaft to knock him down

She spoke of what she had come for.

Even if she not speak of it specifically, Khaba was no fool. He had been near women in their time of fertility. And by her demeanor and Makono's apparent demand, this woman sought children to come from this attendance. 

For a moment, silent, he stared.

Only then, after a few blinks and an up and down gaze, his teeth clicked together once, decidedly. No. A swift answer; firm, unchanging.

And once his answer was spoken, he turned, returning to the shadows he once emerged from. There, upon a bed made large just for him, he laid himself.

Whether she stayed to argue or persist, or dismissed herself, he did not care. He would only watch her meanwhile, perhaps taunting her — a challenge to fight his denial as he lay comfortably.