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for all his beauty, the greek was but one step removed from a reeking dock of fishermen.
arsenio's gambit was seized and swallowed. ramesses believed only what he saw, and what he saw was a creature which proved his own superiority.
perhaps there was nothing to fear from this large red man who spoke so fondly of his wife and his child.
"come without satsu sometimes." his lazuli eyes did not invite a demurring.
"if the roman gave you a job, it means you intend to be paid." ramesses watched arsenio carefully for any other reaction. "were the terms discussed?"