my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Smirking, Amun spread his hands in a ‘who, me?’ gesture. ”Ah, but it’s not about me. It’s about you, hot stuff.” His tone was cheerful and bright. "Well, it's up to you, obviously, but I imagine people could use a party after the doom and gloom of LongNight, don't you? I know Fiat Lux is coming up, but maybe you could preview it for us. Or put together a show for Fiat Lux. Or both." Then he chuckled, the sound dark and low. "I'll never say no to a good partner, dance or otherwise, hot stuff." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
As she asked about him, he grinned. "Nothing as fancy as a House of Revelries or a magic bedroom, but I just opened a pottery studio so I do that in my spare time. And sex, of course." Placing his hands on his hips in mock outrage, his tone became over the top hurt. "And I'm not hiding, hot stuff. I'm reassessing the resources available to me while waiting for a strategic moment to strike." He winked at her.
As she asked about him, he grinned. "Nothing as fancy as a House of Revelries or a magic bedroom, but I just opened a pottery studio so I do that in my spare time. And sex, of course." Placing his hands on his hips in mock outrage, his tone became over the top hurt. "And I'm not hiding, hot stuff. I'm reassessing the resources available to me while waiting for a strategic moment to strike." He winked at her.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
