His gut told him that he didn’t belong in this world of comfort and luxury. It felt too foreign: this beautiful room…this beautiful female. If he’d had to make a wager about himself, he’d lay down money that his origins were less refined. Even in his present state, there was a covetousness in him, a thieving hunger for the finer things that surrounded him. They felt as if they didn’t belong to him, as if they could be ripped away at any moment…
