Tarkus' face remained stoic with a hint of gentleness, at least in tone and slow movements. He did not look abashed in the slightest regarding her mention of the custom of changing her name. He was quiet for only a short moment before responding.<br/><br/>"Another matter that a person normally in this role would have been briefed on extensively." That was the only glimpse of sympathy before he explained, as though instructing a lesson so general that he did not normally need words for it: "Consorts, when delivered to a harem master, are not the same people as they were the day before. Their life before their consecration is another life, another age, a different person. For this reason, I give you a new name to symbolize your rebirth into emotional and carnal servitude.  It is merely a formality, but is at the very basis of our connection."<br/><br/>A thought suddenly crossed his mind. She had not been consecrated to him. Sure, he had been inside her, but that was hardly the definition of the term. She was still a free woman in the god's eyes, in her soul. Even if she were an official slave before (he was not certain she was not previously), that was a servitude of the body, and entirely different. She could walk out this door and be free if she so chose, he could not consecrate a new consort unwillingly. Once he did so, she was bound to him spiritually and legally for as long as he wanted her, but until he released with pleasure at their union...<br/><br/>"And we need not consider anything you do for me<em>repayment</em>." He said this for many reasons, one being if it were in repayment for anything, it would not be entirely willing. He could never pay or be paid for having sex with a woman, and use that act as a consecration of a consort. Only by a willful joining could she be bound to him. He found himself wanting her bound to him...though at the same time he felt slightly monstrous for wanting to tempt her into taking the final steps into being the next of his harem.<br/><br/>He scooted closer to her, his hand gently tracing along her back. "I am glad your fate crossed mine." He said simply. He did not need to sweet-talk Aisha, though they certainly exchanged an immense dialogue in their romps.  "Even if it was through great pain on your part. Perhaps the rest of your life will be blessed from your prior pain."<br/><br/>His eyes could not help but admire her body under the mild light. To him, it was new, untested, mysterious. He did not want to seem overzealous or even insensitive to her crying moments earlier, so he hid the rapid swelling of an erection within his light pants. He had a desire that yielded only to his partner's sincere pain or undesire, and Layla was showing neither at the moment, and despite the sheet, her image floated in his mind.