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Sayf was polite with his answer, offering his company whenever the Mazoi might need it. Arsenio wasn’t certain that he liked that response, either. He knew it was better than having the kind young Fellahin offer himself the way he did to the Pharaoh. It wasn’t that Sayf was unappealing, only that the Greek did not look upon men in that way.

I do not gaze at men in that way. I need only companionship, nothing more. My heart is involved with another, and it would not be agreeable to do to you what I long to do with her. Of course, he had lied to many of the wolves of Akashingo and had told them that he had a wife and daughter in a faraway village beside the sea. When he spoke, he thought only of Tamar.

You are enough, this way. You are enough without giving yourself to me.

The ice of his gaze fixed on Sayf inquisitively.