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The guard's laugh pulled Sayf even closer—close enough that he could reach out with his nose and touch the man's cheek if he wished to do so. For now, he just sat calmly in front of Arsenio, looking up to study his face. Surely not all the time, he answered with playful curve to his lips. Do you ever want a break from being on guard? Even just a short one? Sayf hoped his answer would be yes, but if not, he was willing to coax the the tension from his muscles. He had a feeling this one wouldn't let go very easily.