As soon as Airlea was gone, Tempus was able to relax a little more. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to shake off any nerves for now. Eryx managed to slip a compliment into his answer, making a slight grin tug at the corners of Tempus's lips. It was good knowing he could freely mess around with the other men there, especially knowing it was probably going to be easy to get what he wanted in that sense, but he liked that Eryx openly thought of him as a desirable man. He almost said something about the compliment but decided better of it. Only one casual comment came on the topic, "Good, I prefer the men anyway."<br/><br/>He took careful note of the tack room, trying to familiarize himself with the various aspects of the work that was to be expected of him. Eryx continued to show him around until they came to the small room the two of them were generally going to be sharing. The sleeping space was nice, cozy. He'd honestly expected much worse, so he showed no discomfort being told he'd be sleeping on a bed of straw. And when Eryx offered for him to sleep elsewhere, Tempus quickly piped up, "No, that won't be necessary. I'd be more than happy to share a space with you. If we should be working together, I'd think it would benefit us to stay together." It'd give him plenty of chance to ogle at Eryx anyway and keep a close eye on him.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he couldn't predict the future with great accuracy. Tempus could glimpse across the timeline, but he couldn't define specific moments, or when they might happen. There were many possible ways in which Eryx might die, from natural causes or accidents. Working in such a dangerous sport, he expected the male to die young, but he only hoped he'd be there to harvest the soul if that happened. That meant eventually he might need to get enough trust from both Eryx and Airlea that he would be able to come with them when they competed. It'd be a real disappointment if Airlea came home to reveal that Eryx had been killed while they were away. He wasn't sure how many cycles that soul would last before Death might come to pluck it from the flow.<br/><br/>For the day, Tempus acted as Eryx's shadow. He was a very attentive man, with a lot of thought put into the details of the work, as much as the general work itself. As he'd warned, he wasn't an expert with the horses, but they seemed to be naturally fond of him, which he hoped would make Eryx think he was a good man to be around. As the day went on, a few admirers slipped out to look at the new German beauty that now worked on the estate. Apparently, word spread fast, because several slaves and servants alike found whatever excuses they could to get a glimpse of his glistening muscles while he tailed Eryx through his work.<br/><br/>Every now and then, Tempus would cast a glance to check the pool of potential entertainment. There were a few men that caught his attention, but none of them could come close to comparing to Eryx. Still, he had no intentions of keeping himself from a little fun while he waited to seduce the jockey. He had entirely different tactics between casual sex and trying to get a man to fall for him. While he would get many to writhe within moments of the first 'hello's, with Eryx he planned a slow, seductive burn. One that was intended to be perceived as bashful interest. He wasn't sure how far his patience would take him, however. Just thinking about getting passion from that soul made him want to squirm with excitement.<br/><br/>By the time everything was finished, Tempus was famished. Unfortunately, with a human form came human needs. He grimaced as his stomach grumbled needily when they were walking back from their last tasks. "What will be having for dinner?" He asked softly, imagining meager scraps and stale bread. But Airlea and Eryx made the impression that he'd be well-treated. Perhaps good food was another perk of the job? He could only hope that was the case.