Two Eyes Cenote do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad?

"but i have a hobby, zaahira." the bright teeth broke in an easy grin. "women."

an inhale, cutting; "do we not share the same hobby?"

khusobek felt what he sensed as pity and chose not to embrace it; he lashed out instead in this way, feeling the roil of gut and soul. "happiness is not our lot. it is service. so while i serve, i spend my time in diversion. when i can no longer serve, then i shall die."

grim. pragmatic. khusobek hoped zaahira would approve even silently.