How long had it been since Josef had strolled in the sun, parasol or not? He didn't know, which made this such a sharp moment in his mind, a memory he was certain he wouldn't forget.

"It matters to me that I heard you. I like your voice," he murmured, glancing to Bagoas before leaning closer and lightly brushing his lips to his temple. "It pleased me more than I have words for."