fights to the last sliver

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun beamed at Deimos. "Big guy! the potter repeated. Grinning, his gaze slipped to the other man's neck. "Did you bring me something to drink?" The Ascended licked his lips, before his tongue twined around his fangs.

Frowning now, he looked around at his studio. "Nooooo. I'm hot and cold and thirsty." He made a mewling sound and his shoulder slumped.

However, his posture shot up straight at Deimos' offer. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes." Amun clapped his hands together.

Then he went completely still as only an Ascended could. Eyes narrowing, he met the other man's gaze. "Waitttt. Why don't you want it anymore? What's wrong with it?"

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid