The feeling of Eryx's eyes admiring him did not go unnoticed. However, Tempus has trouble deciding which was better, when Eryx admired his body, or when he looked him in the eye. They said the eyes were a doorway to the soul... Tempus was a firm believer in this. It was why, when Eryx made eye contact, he swiftly looked away. For one, it was intense to see the amount of life in his eyes, and for two, Tempus felt like he was being laid bare before the other man when their eyes met. It was worse than literally being naked, because this fragile shell of a body was nothing compared to what laid inside. He couldn't bring himself to gaze upon Eryx's handsome form at that moment. Even though his voice spoke the words calmly, they held a determined passion that etched into Tempus's memory like an important moment in time. Eryx was truly an astonishing human to find happiness and contentment in a life like this. And again, he started to wonder if it was the soul or the man encasing the soul that made him this way. Who else would live such a rough life and still be so upbeat about it? "You're truly one of a kind," Tempus murmured, mostly to himself.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, food. I'm starving." The change of subject was welcome. If he let himself get too lost in thought he felt like he'd only be obsessing over this beautiful man. Following the other up to the bank, he began pulling on his clothes in a quick manner, clearly in a bit of a hurry to get some grub. "It feels like I haven't eaten in weeks, so sorry if I seem too eager." He sent Eryx an appologetic smile before sitting on the rock to put on his beaten boots. They were worn, but they fit him well and were actually quite nice for a slave working outside all day. From the looks of it, he had been fairly well-treated in the past. One might have reasoned this was because of his worth and obedience, or they might reason that his obedience stemmed from a sense of respect from good treatment.<br/><br/>"I probably couldn't be a jockey like you, eh? Too heavy," Tempus chuckled softly, "It seems like a very fulfilling sport. To work closely with such powerful and majestic animals... There's a certain level of trust there. I can tell just from seeing you interact with the horses that those great beasts are very fond and trusting of you." In other words, he somewhat understood how it must be a fulfilling lifestyle, to work hard and do what he did. They were soon trudging up the path toward the faint aroma of dinner in the air. The more he smelt it, the more his stomach twisted and rumbled, demanding to be fed. He hoped for enough to eat, because if he didn't keep his energy up in this form, his powers would get harder and harder to control.