Golden Glade kinpaku

"how much you have to learn, satsu," ramesses purred, eyeing her with a new sort of respect. her tongue was barbed where the rest of her was not; he found himself bidden by intrigue, allure even. but he would not give the woman the satisfaction of knowing his interest.
"kynareth does not prefer the coyote. i do," pharaoh said simply enough. "they are made for that which i want from them." stepping, side-stepping; her glorious rose marbling and the way her forehead had narrowed for a moment;
all worthwhile in his little pursuit.
"i am an excellent tutor," he ventured next, though nothing in his mien suggested he would fulfill his words in the moment.