Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

gucci too shared belen's awe towards ramesses, albeit his perception of the man was far more grounded. the pharaoh was a man of great influence and charm - but still a mere animal before the splendiferousness of humanity.

he tilted his head as his other side was massaged as well. the youthful giggle certainly added to the peace and blissfulness of this situation. 

"hm, well a dog can call itself many thangs, but a dog it remains 'fter all." he spoke matter-of-factly, for it was a matter of fact to him.

he shifted his body as the servant returned to his lower body, and again his little leg kicked with pleasure.

"mm yeah, ah keep him company whenever, n that ain't no big challenge, coz he's a great conversationin' partner n all." 

one eye, closed until then, opened to accompany his conspiratorial whisper. "though he's a bit, uhm, ob-vi-ously affected by his condition. not that anyone can blame him for that, mahself included."