Lion Head Mesa Cobra

you are wanted, she said.

the man's eyes sharpened as he watched her touch the bowl which had only just held the most potent of wines produced inside akashingo.

"i invite you to show me, eset," came the low, throated roll of his voice. it was not in his nature to push, nor demand. they all existed beneath a hierarchy and he had faith they would both submit beneath this arrangement.

she to him. he to a higher power than himself.

for now, khusobek watched the fellahin, daring her with a tilt of his chin to come closer.