Syris stood beside the fur bed, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He looked at the golden eagle with a smug smirk.
"You should go first, bird," Syris offered generously, his deep voice dripping with condescension. "If I go first, my stamina will leave her completely drained. She would definitely faint before you even get a turn."
Ren propped herself up on her elbows on the plush furs. Her chest was still heaving rapidly. She looked between the two towering beastmen.
Altair was staring blankly at Syris while the Snake King continued to gloat about how he possessed double the stamina of a warm-blooded beast. Ren actually found it incredibly funny; there wasn't a single competitive bone in Altair's body. He genuinely did not care about Syris' bragging.
