We had only just come back to the palace, and I already believed this may have been a poorly conceived idea. With the addition of Egypt to the empire, I figured I'd bring them home. Them didn't translate to male, first off. But the idea still stood to bring him back once we had captured the Egyptian.
He didn't like me being close. This in itself was deeply irritating, as I was finding it hard to keep away. He kept his door locked for hours. Nothing had been locked to me before. I tried forcing it open once, and just became angry with me. Only it wasn't normal angry. It was like he could hurt me with just his eyes, although I knew he couldn't hurt me, even with a physical attack. He didn't yell. He just LOOKED angry. I deeply regretted giving him his knife back. I'm still unsure how he got me to return it. I can't help but feel manipulated.
I tried to catch him without busting in his door, but I was ignored. I tried again and again. The results started to come more tolerant. I could get closer and run my hands along his tanned skin. I wouldn't get swatted near as much. It took longer for him to start reacting. He would, almost carefully, lean back against me as I ran my hands along his arms and sides. If I moved too far, though, he would pull away. It was a truly annoying point in time. I wasn't able to push forward; he just kept pushing me away. The sudden addition of the little Greek didn't help matters much. He claimed again and again that I was childish for fighting with the kid. It's hardly my fault the brat hates me.
It seemed a miracle to move from then to now with his body under mine, bucking back in tune to my movements. When his fingertips brush across my face and pull my mask off, I start to believe it may not have been a bad idea.