Every contact felt like it vibrated with energy. The hairs on the back of Tempus's neck stood on end whenever he came within reach of Eryx's astonishingly powerful aura. This man... This wonderful creature of a fleeting lifespan... He intrigued him to impossible extents. The warmth of the other man's hand lingered in his body's memory even as they came to the fifth door where a key was swiftly procured. The strong aroma of expensive spices and meat cooked to perfection coiled itself tightly around him as soon as the door was pushed open. He had feared sub-par food but, hearing that tonight's dinner was what was left over from a noble's feast, his hopes skyrocketted for something delicious.<br/><br/>Even with his best efforts to hold himself back, Tempus salivated so strongly he was on the verge of drooling before he realized and managed to gulp away his eagerness. Their casual conversation of his not-so-likely carreer as a jockey fell by the wayside as soon as he laid eyes on the plates of food that were awaiting them. His intense focus on satisfying his demanding stomach was only broken by the sound of whispers and giggles off to the side of the room. Tempus's lustfull gaze broke from his impending meal long enough to catch a glimpse of the hungry eyes that were directed his way, just before many looked away to feign they weren't just staring like vultures at the new treat that belonged to master Eryx. He sensed desire in many of those gazes, but also jealousy.<br/><br/>He couldn't quite place where the jealousy stemmed from. Perhaps they were jealous that he looked like he'd never seen a harsh hand in his life, or perhaps it was that he belonged now to Eryx, who would more than likely come to treat him like a free man, if not giving him the gift of freedom in the eventual future. Perhaps, even, they were jealous of his looks and the very attention he was drawing, especially from the girls whose voices did not miss his attentive ears. It wasn't the jealousy that brought a smug twinkle into the German's eye-- it was realizing he could have just about anyone in the room if he wanted. Many of those eyes did more than just stare... They wandered, admired, and lusted after what they saw. This form, although temporary, was one he was sure to be proud of long after it decayed and wasted away into dust. It was one he hoped would be worthy of Eryx's lust as well. He wanted that extravagant beauty to bend to his whim before his last day came.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." Tempus's face twisted in thought. He stood close to Eryx and let his voice ring low so that one would have to strain to overhear him. "Astounding food... A handsome master who treats me like an equal... Admirers all around... Are you quite certain I didn't suffer from heatstroke back on that pedastal at the slave market? Perhaps I've died and this is my heaven." His gaze flickered to the gaggle of women trying to quietly swoon over him. He could do without the girls though. He'd always preferred the company of men far more. "So high pitched...." The last of his words, though irritated, fell under his breath, not wanting to offend the girls if by any chance they could hear him.