Lion Head Mesa bread & beer

Akhtar felt solidly in the background, and he did not know how he enjoyed it. But, one of the fellahin was quick to provide him furs, and he flashed a smile their way as he settled on them, sprawled like a rich lady across a chaise.

If he had hands, perhaps he’d have used his to swirl a glass of red wine ominously. But, he didn’t have those, so he merely watched, amusement dancing in his eyes, at the back and forth between the two.