Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

His response—his words and the way he leaned into the fellahin's touch—made a shiver travel down Sayf's spine. This was another way to distract himself, and of course, he was happy to serve the hem. Maybe he needed a distraction too.

If allowed, he nuzzled into the other man's shoulder and combed his teeth through his fur. Yes. And I'm here for whatever you need, he promised. He would nibble up the hem's neck at those words, his touch eager but soft. Especially if what the hem needed was the fellahin himself.