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A smile crossed his muzzle as Benim joined him. He leaned back into the other, little care shown in his relaxed posture. We agree, then.

The other spoke softly into his ear, filled Arslan's senses with his voice, scent, touch. For a moment the lion wondered if he would have the privilege of tasting him, too.

A question was posed, and Arslan could not help but laugh.

No, rather I am running from it. He said, shaking his head. A taste of freedom, that was what I needed. Now I'm not too sure I could return to such a life.

Maybe some day, with the right motivations. Eyes lifted to search the face of the other. Is it something you wish to offer me, Benim? His tone carried a clear intention of teasing. Sweet, disingenuous.