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ramesses smiled with a soft violence at germanicus' answer. the next question posed turned his face to marble, and for a long moment he did not speak, letting silence lengthen into thick linen between them. "i have no suspects yet," he said in a smooth monotone. "that is the task for which i requested soldiers."
ramesses crossed his forepaws. "perhaps your wedding present to me might be an agreement upon a marriage in the future." he did not expect the eagle to accept; he wanted to see germanicus offended. 
he did not like the man. and he liked him far less now.