"We shall, then." She's pleased to see him responding to her touch.

She kisses his stomach lightly, keeps stroking his thighs. "Shall we court in the air, as eagles do? A chase through the air, then bodies grappling together, plunging toward the ground only to pull apart at the very last moment before hitting the ground?"

Her voice drops low, tempting. "There's an oasis nearby where I gather herbs for Taweret. If we danced in the sky there, you could have me in the shade under the trees, on the warm stone beneath the morning sun."