Lion Head Mesa And you know it's true, know it's true

Wicca did not like the haughty tones of the man who evidently was in charge. 
He reeked of being a spoiled powerhungry brat in bearing, but she said and revealed nothing of her inner workings to the numbers, let alone the Pharaoh.

Such things were to be expected, she supposed. 

Still, Wicca would bow her Amazonian head low and patiently wait for permission to speak.
She figured Pharaoh was the type to like things such as that.