With the sunlight beaming down on the city, Josef shouldn't have been out and about. Yet he couldn't help himself. Not entirely sure why, parasol from Bagoas in his hand and hiding in that bit of shade. In truth, he had no path planned and no idea where he was going.

Until he saw Bagoas. Watching him a moment, seeing how he moved through the city in a way he imagined for him but hadn't seen. The light steps, the flow of his hair. Then there was his voice. That sultry, bright, beautiful voice.

He watched him from behind, something catching in his throat and then, before he knew it, he was softly whispering words as he watched Bagoas.

"I just think you need time to know that I’m the guy to make it real. The feelings you don’t dare to feel. I’ll bend the world to our will and we’ll make time stand still. That’s the plan. Rule the world. You and me. Any day. Love your hair..."

He choked suddenly, realizing what he'd said in that low voice, the murmur of singing. "No - I... love the... air..."