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Kynareth can feel a certain weight lift off the others shoulders. It brings him a certain type of satisfaction that only pleasing someone he values offers. After all, Ramesses is a part of his pack and if the man is willing to work with him, the Grandmaster values him. 

Especially as the other speaks and a smile comes to that usually barren face. His own grin lightens and he chuckles. Tilting his head downward just the slightest amount, as if in interest, he speaks.

“Oh, I’m sure you will, darling. All you have to do now is show me the skills you possess and I give you another rank higher.” He doesn’t say it suggestively, but there is a certain devious mirth that flits through his sunlit orbs. “You may not be a blade, but perhaps a scribe would better suit you.” He offers easily.