Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

"oh, come off it, charles." now ramesses' voice flouted with a tinge of annoyance, that the man beside him should so deny his nature over and over, even as pharaoh himself gave rich food and plush lodgings to turn him into that exactly.
"and did you address him that way?" ramesses asked, interested, titillated despite his flared-nostril moment. he came back. he did not embrace charles this time; he only sat closely, comfortably.
"do not doubt the will of the gods." his lips curved in a smile of warning. "i am only their mouthpiece. i speak for them so mortal ears might hear. but i do not presume to know Osiris."