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It was a familiar game the two played, one Machi had experienced more often than he cared to count, yet this time, he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. The prospect of flustering the poised and eloquent prince elicited a mischievous grin, adding what could almost be described as a spark of excitement to the piebald man's demeanor.

With a thoughtful hum resonating in his throat, Machi inclined his head slightly, a devilish glint dancing in his gaze as he addressed the priest. Would you like it if I had been? he asked finally, opaline gazed fixed upon emerald.

I must confess, Your Highness, prayer has never been my forte, he continued, I tried many a god and found grace in none of them. The response was honest, if not what he thought Senmut might like to hear. Although, the fellahin added, a teasing tone underlying his words as he brushed past the man, I have been known to excel in acts of worship.