Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

The statue was right, they didn't necessarily know this woman's intentions, but it wasn't really Sayf's job to care about such things. Usually they had already been approved before finding their way to the fellahin. 

It seemed it wouldn't matter, though. Finley not only declined his offer but laughed so much that she was indisposed for a few moments by a coughing fit. The fellahin watched her with a blank expression the whole time, all the while reeling on the inside from the rejection. Not everyone desired his company, he accepted that, but shame didn't care what he understood or accepted; it still swallowed him regardless.

He could feel the burning pressure in his chest; it spread down his arms, down the familiar path. He swallowed but that would be the only outward reaction to what he felt within. He had become very good at masking what he felt around those he didn't trust with his vulnerabilities. 

Sayf cleared his own throat a little and let an amused smile spread across his face. No need to apologize, my lady, he offered, as sweet and polite as ever. Akashingo is not for everyone. she would say as much in her own words, as well. 

He bowed again to her departing words, smiled up at Arsenio, and then quickly disappeared back within the mesa to nurse his hurt alone.