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Sayf was visibly disappointed when the pharaoh told him to go. He was perfectly content to stay right here in the pale god's embrace. The new hesbut wanted to show the his master just how much he appreciated the recognition of his loyalty. 

Even with the command to spend the night with him, Sayf lingered. He nuzzled and nipped and kissed his way up the pale, soft fur of his neck, worshiping him in a way reserved only for the pale god. I will pharaoh, he promised. And once Ramesses released him, he would reluctantly turn and leave. He had work to do.