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Light-footed, he semi-circled the other and took in his scent. A chance to see where he had been, who he had been with. Yes, I suppose that is a poetic way to look at it. He responded, his tail waving behind him.

Oh, only for tonight? You'll kill me with those words. His tone was dramatic, his expression giving away his clear amusement with himself. But what was this man to call him? In Siena he was Leandros, in Verapaz he was Arslan. He had run out of name's and could not be bothered to think of something new. You can call me whatever you think to be most suitable.

He would treat this like a shameful secret, something to be hidden. A one night stand that he would deeply regret come the morning when he would stalk back into Verapaz with the scent of another on his pelt. He knew all too well that it was silly, that this was far from anything of the sort, but was it not more exciting to pretend? He had done so with Soto, but with a stranger there were far fewer consequences.