Lion Head Mesa יַקִיר

competent. as if izaiah was anything but. his teeth shimmer as he purrs a dry laugh. i was trained by one of the most prominent doctors of my homeland, his head straightens, chin briefly lifting from the dais in order to meet the king with silent rebellion. i've studied everything from addiction to rabies. i can tell you exactly where every organ in your body lies. i can even show you.
the touching of his face almost roiled a growl from him, but he keeps it locked between his teeth. he makes note of the use of plural gods, as if there could ever be any above his own.
he is almost flirting and almost not with the king himself, but was most certainly flirting with the crocodile's teeth, lurching ever closer to the proverbial waiting mouth. i'm confident that both she and your gods will be pleased by my abilities.