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Sayf chuckled, a playful smile curving his soft lips. That is okay, Statue, he offered calmly, straightening and moving to sit before the serious guard who was so loyal to his family. I'm not used to such fierce commitment, he commented. Perhaps we can just talk? Be firends? His offer was genuine. He could please in many ways; if friendship was more appealing to this man of stone, then it was what Sayf would give him. 

You are allowed to have friends, yeah? He raised a thoughtful eyebrow, his golden eyes filled with playful temptation.