Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

Arsenio could not help but to snort at the pretty wolf’s remark on the Pharaoh.

Many desires, indeed, for the Greek man had seen for himself just what the lust of the ruler could do. The man had built his own place of worship, had surrounded himself with items and bodies, coveted all the pleasure that he could. Instead of allowing the fair young man’s statement to slip by, not without getting a word in, himself.

Ah, well, I would assume the Pharaoh is unopposed to more than one man sating his desires, hmm?

Arsenio chuckled and shook his head.

I do not need you to tend to my wants. You may be lovely to look at, but you are not for me. My heart is for my wife who is far away… and my daughter who is with her.

The icy blue of his gaze locked with the other man’s in a daring display of his confidence. Arsenio was not there to play games with the Pharaoh’s toys.