Two Eyes Cenote might & meat

Mesaba’s venomous words dripped through the air, but Machiavelli greeted them with a disarmingly pleasant smile. His opalescent eyes shimmered beneath the moonlight, framed by the gentle flutter of pale lashes as he remained poised in the doorway, the night casting a soft glow upon the pearl of his fur. His body language was languid, almost inviting, as though completely unaffected by the other’s contempt.

Khusobek’s impatience made itself known as he pushed past him, and Machiavelli stepped aside with a graceful tilt of his head, a coy chuckle curling from his lips.

Ourselves? Are you offering your help in its preparation, guard?