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The firmness in Arslan’s tone was not lost on him, nor was the possessiveness behind the words. A faint smirk played at his lips, though there was no mockery in it—only acknowledgment of the lion’s resolve.

"You are greedy," he murmured shallowly. "But I would expect nothing less from you." He pulled Arslon closer, brushing his muzzle against his in gesture of reassurance. "They will be ours, bound by both our seed. No other will claim them."

Samir’s tail flicked once before coming to wrap about Arslan. "As for her, whoever she may be," he continued, his tone dipping with a quiet edge,

"She is a means to an end. Nothing more. When her purpose is fulfilled, she will be forgotten, as all tools are once they are no longer needed."