Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

ramesses noticed, if only because he had quit the antler-gathering to watch akhtar with intrigue. he had never see the holy man so giddy, so full of play. so lewd. his lazuli eyes were filled with delight, even as he pulled them from the hem to look at the once-warring beasts.
"and did they change your tastes, holy one?" did they now run counter to what ramesses had believed of the man?
or was he in self-same company?