He took notice of her gentle pace and soft laughter. Yes it was familiar to him. Though foreign to his own people's customs he found the air of simplicity and the subtlety of nobility within her actions. He found this very close to those who lived in the land of light and forest. These people, they commune with nature and demand it's simplicity to be their culture. Yet she adorned herself in long flowing clothing like the Queen of the mountain he missed dearly. Though her demeanor was always analytical and stiff to him he found her to be a inexperienced girl in his hands and when alone. Now he sat alone with this new woman Hisame and her elegance did stir within him old feelings. It was when she obediently came over to his beckon and, in her own way, elegantly sat before him entirely pleased to be in his presence. Even within the dust and mold that was his momentary resting place. It was this that skewed his past and present and he instinctively resisted this. He sat with hands together, fingers intertwined, and elbows on his thighs. His eyes lost their luster for a moment. His mind wandered as he took in his own situation a bit. He was not home nor was this the one he loved. But her smile tugged his center, that is, the center of pleasure he felt from observing a new concubine.

 It was the depth of his [i]needs[/i] that he knew would plunge such a woman into a grime she would not rise out of easily. His search for new concubine was mostly filled by this desire. The desire to overwhelm, both in battle and in bed. So he brought his eyes to meet hers as she explained her lack of awareness of this land. Despite the topic it only bought him time to make peace with his circumstance. Though he had the life of a king he now felt more than ever how he truly saw himself. A warrior. But now he faced a test that he didn't know if a return to his luxuries was feasible. In the sadness of this thought he cast aside his caution and would fall into this moment entirely. 

[I]"Now that we're at rest, please tell me what it is you desire, O King..."[/i]

His fiery eyes appeared golden brown in the sunrays that broke through the ceiling and illuminated the dust particles like the stars in the sky. He looked somewhat seriously but a smirk rising on his left cheek could not leave his full lips. [B]"Desire.. is not the correct word."[/b] His voice almost echoed as his vocal cords rattled through his honed mass. Now he slowly rose. His weight having clearly flattened the hay significantly and many pieces of its making falling apart with his gentle rise. Said pieces falling from his backside.  His wings rose now, expanding slowly before extending out entirely like a stiffened cloth. The hay fell from around him like confetti. He stepped to her, only needing half a step to be only a foot from her. He brought a hand down in invitation to use it to rise.[b] "We have a word called kindling. Its as you imagine, a fire. But it is made within." [/b]He pointed to his chest, his index finger touching over his heart. [B]"The phrase being.. light my flame."[/b]