Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

"Would I not?" he replied, his tone smooth, rich, and deliberately light. "I suppose I might run too, if I found myself in the shadow of a god." His tail flicked idly behind him, the faintest hint of mockery threading through his words.

He turned slightly to face Arslan more fully, his gilded gaze narrowing faintly, playful yet calculating. "But you, my little lion," he added, his voice dipping lower, "you seem to enjoy testing my patience. Perhaps you think my foot won’t come down quite so hard on you?"

His smirk widened, revealing a glint of teeth as he stepped closer, brushing his shoulder against Arslan’s.