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- Benn

Tellanar slits the envelope open with his dagger and eyes the contents. The photograph inside is unsigned, and he shakes it out onto his desk to examine it critically. “Better,” he remarks.  “Slender, but not a stick. That’s lean muscle I see, and a fair set of shoulders.” His eyes flick upward, over the stranger’s features. “Very dark. I like the hair and the beard, it frames his features well. The eyes – very compelling. I’d wager they burn like twin suns in the presence of a lover. The mouth is sensual, very full. If he’s not taken by now, I wager he will be before the night is out.” He frowns as he shakes the envelope, vainly looking for more pictures. “Fucking hell. Just pictures of hawks, then? How’s a man supposed to appreciate his variety?”