Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

He had a lord whose word he followed, whose laws he would adhere to, but that was back upon the sand. Here he felt separated from all of that; as one might compartmentalize between a workplace and a home, Tetsubo's mind was reliable in its ability to do the same. This situation was separate from all others. An instance of confusion, yes, of his body doing things against his will, things he did not understand. But an instance none-the-less. Removed from the earthly binds that kept him rooted to the depths and his master.

It did not bother him to obey this dark woman's commands. In fact, as his body continued to grow rigid in her presence, he wished for more instruction. For someone to make sense of this strangeness. Yet she was looking away, and he could not discern the reason from the limited information he had acquired. So the boy, knowingly pushing aside her order to stay back, eased forward just an inch or two, as if to test the limits of her binding command; he reached for her, breathing her scent but mostly imploring with his eyes that she look. This stranger appeared to know something he himself did not, and he was desperate for an explanation — at the very least, she could explain the strange expression upon her face, and why his presence ilicited such a response.

Tetsubo knew he was not a poorly built fellow, nor an ugly one. He had no scars to mar his flesh to the degree so as to unnerve others; not that he'd be aware of their revulsion. He knew that to some, he was pleasing to the eye. There were women of his tribe that looked upon him with their faces contorted, and men also, although they had lost their interest with his maturation. So now why did this woman — who to Tetsubo could have been the nether incarnate —  look away? 

Thinking abruptly that this could have been a test, he withdrew from his subtle lean, essentially retreated, dipped his nose and averted his gaze as if he had been struck upon the nose. Tetsubo had ignored her command to some degree, testing those limits. It was wrong of him. If this was his punishment, he would take it - but still, the boy was quite perplexed, and the feeling between his legs only grew, which made him fidget uncharacteristically.