Luneshale Pass Benim.

The words sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and Arslan imagined that if he were a lesser man he would be weak in the knees. I don't think you understand what it does to me when you speak like that. He spoke, hushing his own voice to match the tone of Benim.

I nearly feel guilty for making you share. Narrowed eyes looked up to the face of the other, searching for a reaction. He wished to test him.

He wondered how only one meeting had put the two of them in such a state. Maybe he had been silly to put something so clearly willed by the god's to waste.