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He listened well, the man's voice ringing in his ears like a pleasant song. The word meant one thing to Arslan, but in the tongue of the other it seemed to have a different meaning entirely. A meaning that was far more pleasant. Licking his lips clean, burning eyes settling on molten gold.

Benim he spoke without hesitation. That is what I will call you. Though in this situation, he was not yet sure who the term was better suited to. He had never been met with such an attitude from another man - it was nearly enough on it's own to have him rolling to his back.

He was used to being met with aggression, another's determination to gain dominance, yet he had not seen that here. It was intriguing, it made him wonder.

Where have you come from? He asked. It seemed like the reasonable thing to ask, for it appeared that they were not as alike as Arslan once thought.

Maybe that was a good thing.