Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

That is exactly what I am, Arsenio, he said, nothing negative in his voice. He stated it like it was a fact, because it was. The fellahin serve the mazoi as they do the pharaoh and queen, he pointed out. Bathing them fell under his list of duties, and he didn't mind doing it. 

He couldn't help the warmth that bloomed in his heart when he learned that filos meant friend. Sayf smiled. I am glad you consider me your friend, he said, the smile deepening the curve of his dark lips. I like to think of you as my friend too. He paused and looked sheepishly to the statue. If that is okay with you. He knew he had had been the one to suggest that they be friends, but he still needed to hear the words, just to be sure.