“Relax. Succumb,” he said, with a deep soothing voice like the mouthfeel of wine. I’d seen him depicted in so many ways on the earth. Sometimes as a fair youth, sometimes as a corpulent man of middle age, like he was as malleable as mortal tastes for what inspired and sated us. I didn’t know if that meant how he looked to me now was as tailored as the chambers and its occupants, but the sight of him made me want to taste the fruit of his body like the flavors already granted to my tongue.
